the romantic egotist

got a soul as raw as her father, doesn’t she?

[lunafresas]

[myheartis4him-deactivated202207]

any other girls feel a permanent sense of unbelonging no matter where they are or who they are with

[nonlynear]

my high horse is actually awesome and fast like the wind

[terrorignitis]

Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is despatched—love for instance—we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next.

The Waves, Virginia Woolf | 1931

[thatgracelessheart]

[eymurn]

going on a walk will save you again and again and again and again and

[petaltexturedskies]

I long for a large room to myself, with books and nothing else, where I can shut myself up, and see no one, and read myself into peace.

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson dated 30 October 1904, from Virginia Woolf: The Complete Collection

[angelicdewdrop]

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness

[hamletkin]

frothing at the mouth because my friend suggested a drunk shakespeare play where every single actor is drunk except for horatio and he has to try to keep the play on track while still having his own part to play

[mysteriouspersonrambles]

Truthfully one of the most insane things to me that tumblr users have ever done is transform Dracula from a book about the Victorian scooby gang trying to defeat a vampire into a tragic time loop (which in turn makes the story even more of a gothic horror in my opinion) via the existence of Dracula Daily

Like what do you mean every single year the Harkers, the suitor squad and Van Helsing are forced to relive the worst year of their life

Sure they win in the end but over and over they are forced to loose the people they love, be striped of their personhood and fight what must have seemed like an impossible battle.

And nobody is even aware of this time loop except us and we just feed into this narrative. “Oh my friend Jonathan has just sent me another letter let’s hope this goes better than last year ;)”

And from a literary analysis standpoint this whole change is inane because it frames the book in an entirely new light. There is a meta layer of horror being applied to the book that was never possible before.

How many years will they suffer like this before someone realizes something is wrong? Before someone gets déjà vu just a few too many times?Before Jonathan and Mina realize they don’t know what their son looks like all grown up? How many years before they are free?

[lifesparamour]

[shakespeare-guy-anon]

"i asked chatgpt" well we asked hamlet the prince of denmark and half of what he said meant something else and the other half didn't mean anything at all

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. September 1940, from The Diary of Virginia Woolf Vol. V: 1936-1941

[petaltexturedskies]

I think poetry is a way of carrying grief, but it's also a way of putting it somewhere so I don't always have to heave it onto my back or in my body. The more I put grief in a poem, the more I am able to move freely through the world because I have named it, spoken it, and thrown it out into the sky. Everyone has grief that they carry and sometimes we have anxiety and depression about anticipatory grief. The thing that I've found that helps is knowing we are all in this, someone has gone or is going through the same thing. Poetry helps us with that too. Writing. Reading. As James Baldwin said, "You think your pain and heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, and then you read.

Ada Limón, from an interview ⟡

[the-hearth-and-the-wild]

Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock - more than a maple - a universe. This is how you spend this afternoon, and tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon. Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.

Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

[butmyloveyouhavewings]