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“Like all stories I wrote at that time, it was based on an unusual atmosphere that had impressed me in real life. I thought that was the point of writing stories: to make up a chain of events that would somehow account for a certain mood—for how it came about and what it led to.”

– Elif Batuman, The Idiot (2017)

#book quotes #favorite books #elif batuman #the idiot #either/or #fiction #thoughts on writing

bongjoonhoe

Straume (Flow) 2024, dir. Gints Zilbalodis

#cinema shots #the best film of the year #favorite films

weltenwellen

Hala Alyan, Salt Houses

#💀

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Devin Kelly, from “All That Wanting, Right?”

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Full poem

#all that wanting right?#end of year agony #onward

the-elder-polls

appalachia is devastated. towns i loved, towns i visited all the time, are gone. not damaged, GONE. they are leveled to the ground. there is nothing left but rubble and ruin. people are dead. appalachia is poor to begin with and relies on tourism for a lot of its income, and multiple of those tourist locations are just...gone.

my town is okay, but it's flooded and wrecked. trees are blocking all but one way out of our neighborhood. power lines are hanging limp in the roads. we've been without power for over 24 hours and will continue to be without power for likely another 24+. disabled people and poor people are GOING to die from this. gods save appalachia.

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it's always a hit or miss with appalachian charities. a lot are just evangelism with no action behind what they do. i suggest looking into them before donating.

operation airdrop

nc community foundation

mountain projects

homeward bound

manna food bank

idreamofagravedeepandnarrow

adding some additional photos from the other side of the mountains here in northeast tennessee. there has been genuinely catastrophic flooding in many areas and billions of dollars of damage across NETN and WNC. we are not built to withstand this. 33 people are currently missing in unicoi county alone

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to those of you reblogging this, thank you. i have not seen one negative comment about appalachia and i cannot put into words what that means as someone who has lived here for their entire life. we are used to being mocked, scorned, and dismissed, to being the butt of classist jokes, and y'all aren't doing that. thank you. so much.

#everyone read Demon Copperhead while you're at it #from a fellow Appalachian

feral-ballad

Something in my senses wasn’t working. An interruption of feeling, of feelings. Sometimes I abandoned myself to it, at times I was frightened. Those words, for example: I didn’t know how to find answers to the question marks, every possible answer seemed absurd. I was lost in the where am I, in the what am I doing. I was mute beside the why. This I had become in the course of a night. Maybe, I didn’t know when, after protesting, after resisting for months, I had seen myself in those books and I was in bad shape, definitively broken. A broken clock that, because its metal heart continued to beat, was now breaking the time of everything else.

Elena Ferrante, tr. by Ann Goldstein, from The Days of Abandonment

#the greatest writer of all time #elena ferrante forever #now breaking the time of everything else