The Secret History destroyed my life like what do you mean I can't drink wine and study classical literature and spend the nights in a countryside mansion with piano echoing through the dark halls and break through the confines of humanity in a bacchanal and commit a string of murders and try to escape but eventually kill myself in a blaze of glory, ultimately shattering the lives of the people around me? That I can't escape the cognitive mode of experience and transcend the accident of my moment of being? That I can't lose my self, lose it utterly? What do you mean I can't live without thinking?
Salma Deera, "Salt"
I'm Richard in the way that I always feel left out but im Raskonikov in the way that I push people away whenever they try to hang out with me
— Sylvia Plath, quoting an acquaintance in ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’
When Taylor Swift wrote: 'I wanna be defined by the things that I love', and Oscar Wilde wrote: 'to define is to limit', and Jorge Luis Borges said: 'I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited'.
Always the second choice...
lauraryder // of age - the frights // damaged goods - the narcissist cookbook // fat funny friend - maddie zahm // black box warning - leanna firestone // cough it out - the front bottoms // mellowmash33 // the ramblings of a lunatic - bears in trees // prologue - chase petra // fiona apple // critical role - sam riegel // conversations with friends - sally rooney // on lonliness - dante émile
"To unpathed waters, undreamed shores"
My life feels like a piece of russian literature
Every time I feel like I've hit the lowest and it can't possibly get any worse, it does
Rather melodramatic, aren't you? Cubitum Eamus? fifteen●intp●studyblr
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