I Did This At 3 Am

Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923 // Jorge Luis Borges, The Aleph and Other Stories // René Magritte, La reproduction interdite // Andrés Cerpa, The Vault // Penelope Scott, Sweet Hibiscus Tea // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // Aron Wiesenfeld, The Pit // Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet // Clementine von Radics, “Sweet the Sound” from Dream Girl

thank you casey

one of my favourite things about tumblr is how it's all lovingly handpicked. there's no algorithm forcing things onto your feed, but instead long chains of mutuals and followers passing posts around simply because they liked it and ooh, maybe you might like it too. the entire website runs on people's sheer love of other people's posts and it's probably the best thing about this website. at least it's definitely the reason that this place feels more like a community than any other social media.

you can always start over. you can always catch up. you can still be who you dream of being. it’s not too late for you.

I'm sorry but if you in anyway contributed to this whole Rachel Zegler drama calling her smug, arrogant, ungrateful etc. you're not a girls girl. barbie did nothing for you. calling her antifeminist doesn't make you any more of a feminist.

"Let girls want marriage and feminine things!!" Sure if we're talking about wearing make up or getting Starbucks or screaming over our favorite boy bands.

I'm gonna speak about this from an American angle because that's my lived experience. And Disney's Snow White remake will likely cater to a mostly American audience. But are we not currently going through some of the most rigorous anti-woman legislation at the moment? The conservatives here are trying so hard to pass stricter abortion laws, getting rid of no fault divorce, banning contraceptives and birth control, anti-trans legislation for children AND adults. Straight men and the epidemic of podcasts they have are constantly pushing for a "high value" woman. They want us to get married and have babies.

Being a feminine woman and getting married is still the expectation for woman. I really don't care if someone gets married or not. But Rachel Zegler critiquing the prince narrative in 1937 Snow White is not controversial enough to crumble any feminist theory. Certainly not enough for all this discourse around her.

You just bought into the current racist, misogynist, anti-union propaganda.

I am both the worst and best partner for group work. On the one hand we won the debate and destroyed the team so successfully that the prof had to step in to help the prosecution. On the other I made them meet in person three times before today and ensured that nobody left the study room before everyone of us knew what we were saying. It took 4 hours. We have 10 pages of notes.

The euphoria of buying books,knowing very well that it will take 5 months for you to even open that book.

Can’t believe I had to pay to apply for university, pay to accept the offer, and now I have to pay tuition. Madness. 

Man, woman and infant, victims of an earthquake in 365CE at Kourion, Cyprus

“The most amazing discovery at Kourion was the finding of a family trapped under tons of falling debris. A 25 year old man put his leg and arm over the body of a 19 year old woman but to no avail. A fallen block had snapped her neck at right angles. They held hands in their last moments and they still do. And in her arms, cradled to her chin was her one and a half year old baby. Rodents crawled down amid the hollows in the debree and attacked the soft flesh of the child, dragging it all about until the rodents themselves ended up as victims of the disaster. On the finger of the young lady was a bronze ring, which bore the Chi Rho, the symbol of Jesus Christ and which also had on it alpha, omega, which was a fitting inscription for it meant from the beginning to the very end.” - David Soren

pynch moments from the dreamer trilogy that turned me into an insane person

to go with my very long raven cycle quote list here

Adam. Adam Parrish was the destination of this road trip. Is there any version of you that could come with me to Cambridge? 

Adam. Ronan missed him like a lung.

He could feel his pulse thudding in his jaw. He could hear it in his ears. It sounded like everyone else’s heartbeat, he thought. Just like Adam’s heart when it was resting on his chest. 

Ronan’s attention stuck on his hands. Lovely boyish hands with prominent knuckles, gaunt and long like his unfamiliar face. “Who’s that?” Gansey had asked, and Ronan hadn’t answered, just kept hanging out the window. As they passed, Adam’s expression was all contradictions: intense and wary, resigned and resilient, defeated and defiant. Ronan hadn’t known anything about who Adam was then, and, if possible, he’d known even less about who he himself was, but as they drove away from the boy with the bicycle, this was how it had begun: Ronan leaning back against his seat and closing his eyes and sending up a simple, inexplicable, desperate prayer to God: please. 

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