Always Thinking About Henry Kissing Camilla Between The Eyes Before His Death. Never Tell Me This Man

Literally how big of an ask is it to be part of the small group of literature students with a clever name in a small college in Vermont, studying Shakespeare and Homer and Tolstoy, smoking cigarettes and drinking cheap wine straight from the bottle. Racing through the forest, hearts pounding in our chests, plaid pea coats flying out behind us as we run. Whispering love songs in French. Dancing to Bowie and Queen and the Beatles. Leaving notes stuck under dorm room doors. Stargazing and eating oranges. Living.

i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing

We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like being banished into forests far from everyone. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.

Franz Kafka

a girl of fear, a woman of anger— look how we've grown

Judy Poovey and boris from the goldfinch would have hit it off as friends (this came to me in a dream)

you arrive at work (hungry, as usual) excited for more under-tarp sex with your work husband only to find that he's not there. when you ask your boss about it he berates you. you talk to your only remaining work friend about it, but he blames you for not being able to be with his not-work wife and then kills himself. you decide to seek out the treasure map hidden by your other dead work friend. the treasure is your work husband's not-work wife, who is currently trapped in work hell. you're trying to memorize the directions in your darkened office (no work is being done). and then elon musk walks in

made this some time ago when i have turned 17

rip henry winter you would've loved having a landline and no cellphone in the year 2025

Bones and All (2022), dir. Luca Guadagnino