Sometimes I wonder if native English speakers appreciate how much more comfortable the internet is for them than for the rest of the world
Like, you can go on tumblr and simply read stuff in your mother tongue? Amazing. Go on youtube and you don’t have to replay some sentences ten times to try to understand what they’re saying? Incredible. Look for practically anything on google and know that there will be a fuckton of results that you can read without having to spend half the time looking up words in a dictionary? Fascinating. Make a post or send an ask without panicking that you’ll make a silly mistake or that they won’t understand what you meant? Unbelievable.
“Jealousy is perhaps the most involuntary of all strong emotions. It steals consciousness, it lies deeper than thought. It is always there, like a blackness in the eye, it discolours the world.” - Iris Murdoch, The Sea, The Sea
-The Secret History by Donna Tartt
-The Lake of Dead Languages by Carol Goodman
-If We were Villains by M. L. Rio
-Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo
-The Magicians by Lev Grossman
-Metamorphoses by Ovid
-Dead Poets Society by N. H. Kleinbaum
-A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket
-The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle
-Never let me go by Kazuo Ishiguro
-The Bacchae by Euripides
-The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
-Memoirs of Hadrian by Marguerite Yourcenar
-Possession by A. S. Byatt
-Les Fleurs du Mal by Charles Baudelaire
it’s just fucking SICK how white men can show up to public buildings with guns and police just stand and stare ... white women will scream at minorities and protest for their rights to get haircuts and police won’t do anything ... but say that black people should be treated like people and fucking tear gas and rubber bullets come out. when people say black lives matter, it’s a reminder because police keep acting like black lives are meaningless. every fucking day.
/ˈmēlyəˌrizəm/
noun the belief that the world can be made better by human effort.
revisiting some old sketches and book notes inspired by leonardo da vinci.
hello there! i’m a new writeblr joining the community and even though it’s a bit nerve-racking, the whole point of this blog is to push myself, so here goes.
my name is ayla, i’m 21, queer and a creative writing student in london. i typically write ya/na fantasy and romance and i have way too many active projects at the moment. my mother tongue is german so i grew up writing lots in german but when i was about 14 i really fell in love with the english language and i have always written in english since.
i have a habit of procrastinating and not writing when i actually should be. i really want to use this blog to write more, ideally daily, even if it’s just some ramblings about my day. i also want to attempt nanowrimo for the first time ever this year and want to write about my experience and progress. i want to be able to come back to this blog in the future and see how much i’ve grown as a writer and to share my journey.
i will post mainly my writing, moodboards, inspiration and hopefully the odd bit of writing advice (although i’m not sure i feel qualified to give out advice just yet).
i don’t have many writer friends so i’d love to get to know new people! if you’re another writeblr, reblog this and i’ll follow you! i follow from my personal blog @chamilsanya. thanks!
don’t you fret, monsieur marius
i don’t feel any pain
a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now
- a little fall of rain, lés misérables
Farewell online privacy
- the book of tea, kakuzo okakura
“To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.”
—W.E.B. Du Bois The Soul of Black Folk