Cloud Cuckoo Land Is Such A Good Book In A Way I Can’t Explain

I Am Not Your Negro, dir. Raoul Peck (2016) (via lunamonchtuna)

That scene with Zeno and the kids talking about their cloud cuckoo lands just BROKE ME!!!! I cannot imagine the terror of having someone threatening them with a gun nearby, having to keep their voices down and not make any sound, Zeno trying to calm them and running away with the bombs, and yes, I'm not okay :(

Also when Konstance finds out about the reality of the Argos program, the Easter eggs left by Seymour with his owls, and how much Konstance yearned to see Earth again and feel things and be there, I'm just :(

Also Anna and Omeir's story, how they are just perfect together, and their family <3333333 Anna telling the cloud cuckoo land story for their kids, man, I'm ugly crying right now :(

That ending with all the kids now grown up and with their family, and Seymour apologizing to them and taking them back to the library, and to everything they knew before, and Konstance getting out of the Argos and starting a new life, and Anna and Omeir and their family *sobs*

mAN, THIS BOOK JUST FUCKING BROKE ME

Do yourselves a favor and go read cloud cuckoo land, by Anthony Doerr, please *sobs harder*

“How are you?” Oh I’m fine just thinking about Don McLean’s American Pie. And Don McLean’s Vincent. And Don McLean’s Sister Fatima. And Don McLean’s Winterwood. And Don McLean’s Wonderful Baby. And Don McLean’s Crying in the Chapel. And Do

Clementine von Radidc, James/ Jenny Slate, Little weirds/ Elena Ferrante, my brilliant friend trilogy/ serethereal/ Taylor Swift, it's time to go

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT

To prove something to a friend, please

REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘you have always been a performer, never just a person.’

Emily L., Marguerite Duras // Bertrand Russell, What Desires are Politically Important? // Octavio Paz, "The House of Glances" // Mitski—Francis Forever // Chen Chen, When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities // VIVINOS and QMENG, Alien Stage (Round 6) // Bryan Fuller, Hannibal (2013) // Richard Siken, "Little Monster" // Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays // Mitski—I Bet on Losing Dogs

Tag yourself as some of my favourite quotes from books

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“Hell is the absence of people you long for.” - Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel // ‘You Already Know’ by Bombay Bicycle Club, Kathryn Williams

sprinkles of tinsel embroidered into the velvet sky, craving the caramel smoothness of being with that one person, weeping hearts stained with crimson scars and gaping holes of unknowing, subtle watercolour sweeping through the clouds but pretending it’s the most vibrant colour palette

“So many things pass secretly between people anyway.” - Normal People by Sally Rooney // ‘Mallory’ by Back to Yours

crimson fireworks exploding in embers that dull too quickly, chipped scarlet nail polish, eye contact that stabs like barbed wire but comforts like favourite sweaters, shattered mirrors looking more beautiful on the wooden floor then they ever looked on your wall

“How tremendous the agony of unmade decisions.” - If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio // ‘This December’ by Ricky Montgomery

ancient buildings built out of frosted mysteries and unlabelled passions, black coffee gone cold into thick treacle, unappreciated paintings bleeding with secrets from the missing years, clouds of fog rolling over dew stained hills, fresh silk brushed against comforting cotton

“You’re my favourite person of all time.” - Elenor and Park by Rainbow Rowell // ‘Haven’t Met You Yet’ by Michael Buble 

lemon sherbets bubbling in your stomach at the sound of someone’s name, craving the soft touch of another, vibrant shades of paint splattered across your hours, golden sparkles flying out of fingertips, thoughts that fall off the train track, pearly stares soaked in memories to be made 

“Sometimes it’s good to go to war, just to know you can.” - Power by Naomi Alderman // ‘Ego’ by Koren Grace

rusted metal wiped clean of oppression and silence, wearing your glittered tiara with pride, cowering in fear from the strongest lioness’, learning ethereal angels can be just as terrifying as obsidian stained witches, the sound of sharpened swords in-time with the tapping of stilettos 

“He looks at me like I am a girl brought in with the tide, rare and scarred and broken. A girl found in the roughest waters, in the farthest reaches of a dark fairytale. He is looking at me like he might love me.” - The Wicked Deep by Shea Ernshaw // ‘Something About Her’ by The Kents

frothed hands formed out of the tips of waves, frosted eyes glazed over by charcoal memories, jack frost planting deep kisses on your cheeks, gentle beats from a thawing heart, smoky figures built of bonfires and whispered stories, shutting your eyes and jumping deep