“It is June. I am tired of being brave.”
– Anne Sexton, ‘The Truth the Dead Know’
dear gods just imagine the stories of women in a dark academia setting.
women with squared off shoulders that strut down the hallways as if they have the whole world at their hands. women playing the male roles in the plays. women adjusting their jacket before storming off. women gently putting on red lipstick with a bloodied hand. women with hunched shoulders and dark eyes frantically reading a book, because they cant get enough of it. women with a secret just poised on their lips if the perfect arch. women with messy hair and disheveled looks stumbling into class. women seducing everyone around them with their raspy voices. women having everyone’s attention with their soft voices. women knowing how to handle blood. women knowing how the plan things perfectly. women reciting poetry over a fresh grave. women with their arms linked running across campus, their laughs rising above the quiet of the night. women tasting like strawberry wine and the faintest hint of whisky. women helping women when things go wrong. just women in the dark academia genre where they aren’t used as the lust interest in the room.
kelly aldrich is the most kind hearted and smartest person to ever exist and that’s that on that
Drawing by R.E. Higgins, 1923
ok so just to soothe my aching sickened soul id like to point out that catcher in the rye is about a boy dealing with intense depression and grief over losing his younger brother and this is why he fails out of school. he spends the book searching for deep human connections and grows increasingly frustrated that no one seems to understand him and everyone only seems to be surface level interacting. he just wants to feel seen and loved.
he also recalls, upon visiting his old teacher, the way that he was molested as a child. the entire point of this book is that holden caulfield is a boy struggling with depression and trauma and he wants to save other children from experiencing the harshness of the world that he had to experience when he was younger.
pls stop saying this book is pretentious and that he’s sociopathic. all that is doing is demonizing very common depression thought patterns and making people who suffer from trauma and mental illness seem like they are sociopaths. ty send post
bring back homeric epithets. call people brave-hearted, swift-footed, laughter loving and loud thundering. view the world with its rosy fingered and saffron robed dawns, its wine dark seas. make your own, walk across kiln fired earth and moss soft as sea sponges. be dew-eyed and soft-cheeked and silver-souled, deft-fingered and bright-tongued. gaze up at the many-storied stars and feel the warmth of the ancient sun, father of gods and men, as it beats down on the shimmering world, soft spun like caterpillar silk
i have the complexion of a sickly victorian child, the disposable income of a 10th century serf, and the fashion sense and eccentric personality of a professor of the arts in the 1920s who does a lot of cocaine
a human heart cost $442,000 & I gave you mine for free you ungrateful bitch
when is hand kissing gonna be back in fashion though im tired of waiting
sad, sad day.
today my literature prof was daydreaming about being a existentialist poet in 1960’s paris. he was going on about how he just wanted to drink wine in dusty bookshops and argue philosophical theories with strangers and i swear the entire class let out the most dreamy sigh… i’m convinced everyone who loves literature is the exact same person
I’m sorry but if you’re not proud af of your girl and supportive of all her positive and exciting decisions, then you don’t deserve to have her as your girl.
Due to personal reasons my heart will be thrilled by the still of your hand, that’s how I know now that you understand.
If joe was your favorite Jonas, you’re bisexual now
Concept: We’re sitting on the couch together and we’re both super tired. I can hear the rain outside falling and tapping against the window. You lay your head in my lap and I gently stroke your hair. Everything is peaceful as the rain lulls us to sleep.
Alt j: OH GOD I WANNA FUCK ANNE BOLEYN SO FUCKING MUCH!!!! HOLY SHIT I WANNA FUCK ANNE BOLEYN!!!!!!!
Me:
eleanor calling herself a “legit snack” while she is literally in tears over something that will defnintely scar her for (after)life is a constant mood and nothing can top it
Awesome Knot Theory video. Enjoy!
“I have always felt that mathematics is a language like music. To learn it systematically, it is necessary to master small pieces and gradually add another piece and then another. In a sense, mathematics is like the classical Chinese language—very polished and very elegant. Sitting in a good mathematics lecture is like sitting in good opera. Everything comes together.”
— Sun-Yung Alice Chang
not to be r*mantic on main but i deserve to be able to climb onto the roof of an abandoned building and stargaze with someone i love at least once in my life
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
if no one slow dances with me in the year of our lord 2019, i WILL riot and that is not a threat
- Empty elevators - Old buildings - Puzzles - Planners - Deep meaningful conversations - Museums - Alone time - Any time between 12am-5am - Sarcasm - Earphones - Science - People who understand that our RBF doesn’t mean we’re in a bad mood - Big libraries - Book stores - The smell of books - Reading books - Buying new books - Books in general - Expanding our knowledge - Rainy days - Thunderstorms