Sep 2, 2015
“i’m sure it’s the perfect knife for some girl out there, but i wonder what, if any kind of sincerity the manufacturer made it with. if they were thinking of that girl or if they just thought it was a joke.”
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“i’m sure it’s the perfect knife for some girl out there, but i wonder what, if any kind of sincerity the manufacturer made it with. if they were thinking of that girl or if they just thought it was a joke.”
they were always in so much pain and that’s always the perfect excuse
“and even an infidel like me could see she had the soul of a saint, all goodness. no, you don’t say that. and i know you didn’t see in her what i saw.
i hope i never love anyone again.”
because then I just start headbanging and screaming til my heart aches from how suddenly it was resurrected from cowboy hat suffocation, but that’s a special case. I listen to country radio and what makes me feel the worst is that I like most of the songs. I singalong to country radio and make a list in my head of all the prominently featured dudes I’d serve a poisoned Randarita to.
Tess McGeer
“cowboy hat suffocation” – MIRANDry
“what is it with men? why do they always turn on you? is it because they wear hats” – MARINdry
whatever
and derail the actual weird, horrifying, fascinating things happening inside of bella and those books
tess mcgeer “having blundered into an eruption of one’s own inner life… Oh, I was bleeding to death”
it seems like i have been having a heartfelt discussion with my tumblr lately, by which i mean, showing the ways that you guys are in my head and that I often think about the ways you’ve said a thing and that yeah the things you’ve said often get lodged in my brain like whatever a sutra is. or a tag. I think of some of your sentences as tags organising my thoughts. and i assume we all do this. and i feel like i haven’t been showing you all enough that i do this.
this post is about how reading Nina Auerbach’s Our Vampires, Ourselves is still one of the most important things to ever happen (thanks tandess) and about how i didn’t have a way to describe what was so important to me about reading Nina Auerbach until vermiculated said “and it might have changed everything which I think.”
aka “this seemingly wanton reversal of the old names unmoors those of us who think we know the story” — Nina ‘i can make all the tables turn’ Auerbach