- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)
EXPECTATIONS

bliss lane
Xuebing Du
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
noise dept.
sheepfilms
The Stonewall Inn
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Noah Kahan
Color Me Curious
The Bowery Presents

oozey mess

blake kathryn

Andulka
RMH
Mike Driver

ellievsbear
One Nice Bug Per Day

Origami Around
almost home
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@thislittleghostx
- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)
You'll have a sandwich
By Rémich
“She was made entirely of a sweetness bordering on tears.”
— Clarice Lispector, The Complete Stories
Haruki Marukami
being autistic is crazy you can just exist in the world and nothing bad happens but you go home feeling like a rabid dog. i could attack someone at any moment these days
julie buntin / jack gilbert / @ryebreadgf / @stuckinapril / harold pinter / jihyun yun
― James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
T~S~H. Donna Tartt
— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters
come on over ladies let’s have a tumblrina drinking party! (the mary oliver is alcohol free for you teetotalers)
if you object to gillian flynn or rupi kaur on the original list, might i suggest an anaïs nin or isabel allende? or perhaps you can get a toni morrison and your friend (or frenemy) can have a joyce carol oates :)
The Essential American Worker
— Saeed Jones, from Alive at the End of the World
[text id:
America kills me, then says “now get back to work.”
[It’s 7 p.m. again; it’s time to clap.]
[It’s 7 p.m. again; it’s time to clap.]
[It’s 7 p.m. again; it’s time to clap.]
I know
a ghost like mine don’t come cheap.]
[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, "Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don't care." End text.]
Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)
mastering being detached from everything yet being connected to everything at the same time. this is the secret to life i think
being alone all the time feels fine until you have a normal conversation with someone then its like ohhhh i was losing my mind ok.