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running on tea, books, and the overwhelming urge to reinvent myself every couple of weeks
𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔴
Government and religion united, and breaking a law became sin. A smell of blasphemy arose like smoke around any questioning of governmental edicts. The guilt of rebellion invoked hellfire and self-righteous judgements. Yet it was men who created these governmental edicts.
Children of Dune - Frank Herbert
Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student
Judas Goat, Gabrielle Bates
i love reading, i love thinking about what i am currently reading, i love thinking about what i am going to read next, i love being privileged enough to be able to read, read, read, and read so much that i never tire of it
Chen Chen, Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced an Emergency
mary oliver, staying alive
Clarice Lispector, from The Passion According to G.H.
I feel, I suffer, I am happy, I am moved. Only my enigma interests me. More than anything, I search for myself in my great void.
Clarice Lispector, from A Breath of Life
Lovely to see we have spaces where you can gain access to so much literature!
Don't sleep on @queerliblib the Queer Liberation Library for all your queer Libby needs!
Maria Zoccola, from a poem titled "the spartan women discuss tennessee," featured in Helen Of Troy, 1993: Poems
i’m coining a new literary criticism called feralism and it’s when you wildly misread the text as a glamorization of hedonism like how we as a society read the great gatsby and now want to throw banging 20s themed gatsby parties or read the secret history and want to hold a bacchanal. it recognizes literature as a vessel for the repressed human need to just lose your fucking mind.
Grief is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go
— Jamie Anderson
“I want to know what it means to survive something. does it just mean I get to keep my body?”
— Life of the Party, ‘We All Got Burnt That Summer’ by Olivia Gatwood (via deformititties)