Latest Posts by neyso - Page 10
she’s whispering and warping his brain
me, nearing tears: richard...richard please...please just tell me the fucking story
richard, dreamy eyed: today henry winter's shoulders looked especially sloping as his startling blue eyes scanned his homework with the concentration of a monk, though to me he is more like the god they serve. francis' coat billowed behind him, making him look like a student prince, and i admired the way the sun hit his hair, turning the red strands the colour of honey. i love camilla's boyishness and the way her features mirror her brother's so perfectly, framed by her short hair and masculine clothes borrowed from charles. i'm so heterosexual.
drying my eyes: nevermind gayboy, who cares about the murder
richard papen's favourite book being the great gatsby works so perfectly and i can't get over the parallels between him and nick carraway. repressed, doomed to romanticise people and situations, hopelessly obsessed with and devoted to mysterious reckless drivers
Personal headcanon that Henry has shed real tears over the burning of the Library of Alexandria and the fact that he'll never be able to study there like so many of the scholars he idolizes.
If I see one more person talk about how they don’t get why people defend Bunny, and then turn around and talk sweetly about HENRY MARCHBANKS WINTER THE TWO TIME MURDERER (ONLY COUNTING HUMANS, BY THE WAY) I might just go mad
Lmao I forgot today is Monday and got puzzled when alarm rang at 7
Frankly I thought they didn’t had a plan to kill Bunny but had a plan how to escape what they recklessly did but I was so oblivious about them not being in state of sanity
For a moment I just thought what if I will be dead tomorrow. I will never finish the book I’m reading, I will never know the end of it. I will never get my first job and never earn my salary. I will never even get a degree, not even by chance because I will no longer exist. Death is such an odd thing though it is so “common”
Currently I’m reading the secret history but I’m so excited to start reading no longer human I began to speed ran tsh and I still have upcoming assessments HELP
Иногда, я перечитываю твои рассказы и меня уносит в далекую страну разочарований о которой ты рассказывала. Я брожу по осколкам очарований и радостей и мои ступни все в крови. Ты пишешь резко, твои слова ранят и лечат, выразительная и нежная душевная глупость- нельзя любить так, как ты рассказывала, ты ведь точно не думаешь обо мне и не смотришь на мои фотографии, как твои персонажи- а я смотрю.
Jane Austen was born in 1775, so this year marks her 250th birthday (in fact on the 16th December, but I'm doing while the weather is tolerable). So I decided to do what I've often said I would do and take a walk around the villages where she grew up (with Nevis of course - he's a big Austen fan).
According to the leaflet I had, the first church there is St Mary's, where her brother was curate (I was sure it was called something else - maybe some of the names have changed over the years, or I'm remembering wrongly. I could find out but I'm too tired right now). At the end is Deane House I'm pretty sure, home to the Harwood family in her time, so just before that would be Deane Church where her father had been rector in 1773.
Not sure those would have been there in Jane's time. But anyway, in Steventon itself, this phone box has been refurbished as a book exchange:
'Steventon's most famous resident was arguably Jane Austen'. I would say definitely. But maybe I don't know local history as much as I should. Maybe at one time this was the arts capitol of the world.
Anyway obviously there was more. Steventon Rectory where she was born was demolished, and a new rectory built later by her brother after her death. But it was getting pretty late in the afternoon by this point.
Jack Kerouac
Солнце и ты- все, что мне было бы нужно! Если бы солнце светило мне в макушку, а я могла смотреть на твое красивое лицо
8/03/25 “I don’t hate you. I like you”
the world is getting so ugly and bleak and it’s hard not to feel so hopeless. but we have to remember that they want us to feel that way.
it reminds me of this quote by dan savage - “During the darkest days of the AIDS crisis we buried our friends in the morning, we protested in the afternoon, and we danced all night, and it was the dance that kept us in the fight because it was the dance we were fighting for.”
joy is resistance. it’s really scary times but we are all in this together.
"Every single empire in its official discourse has said that it is not like all the others, that its circumstances are special, that it has a mission to enlighten, civilize, bring order and democracy, and that it uses force only as a last resort. And, sadder still, there always is a chorus of willing intellectuals to say calming words about benign or altruistic empires, as if one shouldn't trust the evidence of one's eyes watching the destruction and the misery and death brought by the latest mission civilizatrice."
Edward W. Said, Orientalism.
bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
I just like good souls, knowing them, being one, it’s kind of all that really matters
«Нас» нет, девочка, ты одна
я люблю смотреть лекции Еремина по химии на ютубе а сейчас я осознала что мой справочник по химии подаренный химичкой составлен им. Моя жизнь полна забавных и милых совпадений😭😭
А моря…
day at the museum
insp. // it’s so fyodor coded i had to draw it
happy birthday dazai!!!