What’s That Quote That Goes Something Like ‘love Humiliates You, Hate Cradles You’ ????

1 REBLOG = 1 RAT becomes TRANSGENDER

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

George Sand, in a letter to Gustave Flaubert

Nikki Giovanni, Mirrors

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters

Mary Oliver, Dogfish

on choosing kindness. again and again.

Reading the goldfinch and getting to post Vegas arc is like “oh finally we can take a break from all that sad repressed homosexuality shit” and then you turn the next page and Theo can’t find anything attractive about Pippa other then she laughs like Boris, then you turn the next page and Theo is feeling guilt and shame and horror at himself and his filth for no good reason he can identify, then you turn the next page and he meets Francis Abernathy, then you turn the next page and he refuses to tell you if Hobie was with Welty, then you turn the next page and he’s marrying Kitsey to make his mother figure happy, then you turn the next page and repeatedly mentions that gay men make up one of the biggest parts of his clientele (and the art community in general), then you turn the page and he calls a waiter a male model for no reason, then you turn the page and he’s being touchy AGAIN abt ppl assuming he’s gay, then u turn the page and he’s describing how Boris grew up to be handsome and oh shit we’re back to a Boris arc again but we never rlly did leave the repressed homosexuality behind did we??

I really enjoy the genre of “older literature featuring a really smart but deranged college student who does something really fucked up with his knowledge and has multiple breakdowns over it for the rest of the story.” one because it is entertaining and two it encapsulates the college experience in a way nothing else does.

Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

girl i love the word puttering...like yes i am just puttering around...doing my little tasks...going beep beep....

You’ll read a classic and it’ll be 3 pages of pure dialogue but it’s just one dude going on and on in paragraphs about one minuscule detail

I really enjoy the genre of “older literature featuring a really smart but deranged college student who does something really fucked up with his knowledge and has multiple breakdowns over it for the rest of the story.” one because it is entertaining and two it encapsulates the college experience in a way nothing else does.

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm.

Sylvia Plath / 2046 (2004) dir. Wong Kar Wai / Henry Miller / One Fine Spring Day (2001) dir. Hur Jin ho / Franz Kafka / Norwegian Wood (2010) dir. Anh Hung Tran / Anaïs Nin / Girl From Nowhere (2018–) / Haruki Murakami / A Room with a View (1985) dir. James Ivory / Benjamin Alire Sáenz