if I ever make a mistake in English that’s because I’m a mysterious sexy foreigner btw and not because I’ve been turning the sentence over in my mind for so long that I’ve become completely unable to tell how it sounds
it's been more than a year for me but the outcome is still the same
it has been 72 hours since i watched dead poets society for the first time and still the only thing in my head is neil perry neil perry neil perry neil perry neil pe
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“Letters from Medea”- Salma Deera
my first favorite hobby is yapping. second is being extremely quiet and not talking ever at all ever.
—Franz Kafka, from a diary entry wr. c. January 1917 featured in "Diaries"
'going insane before an exam' core
The Last Days of Disco (Whit Stillman, 1998)
i almost wish shakespeare WASNT fucking popular i mean can u imagine encountering the iconique™ quotes for the first time without having them dulled by constant pop culture repetition and out-of-context attribution… can u imagine watching romeo and juliet and knowing bc of the prologue that it’s all gonna go to shit but not knowing HOW, can u imagine reading “these violent delights have violent ends, which, as they kiss, consume” for the first time and going BERSERK and how about “we are such stuff as dreams are made on” or “tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying nothing” can u imagine reading “i am one who loved not wisely but too well” without ever having encountered it before can u CONCEIVE of not knowing the to be or not to be speech and then seeing it come from the mouth of an anguished suicidal young person driven out of his mind by grief and rage. ALSO IMAGINE UNEXPECTEDLY READING “EXIT PURSUED BY A BEAR.” LIKE EVEN IN CONTEXT ITS SO ???? but sometimes i think of how people would have encountered this stuff back before it got lauded by so many bad people idk it just. is truly just WRITING and i often wish it didnt have the social role it has so people could treat it as text that isnt on a pedestal and just Encounter these plays as the old, unfaded, unfolding stories they are. because my god its GOOD and it’s MOVING and it’s RAW. “there’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow” “self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting” “i live with bread, like you: feel want, taste grief, need friends…” my Mind is Bleeding out my Ears