Launching my first art blogs with a small comic based on the amazing words of Ursula K. Le Guin!

My friend made some memes and I thought maybe you guys will appreciate them as much as I do.

Sick of dating apps and hook up culture, I want to meet someone the old fashioned way: as super soldier agents on opposing sides of an endless battle across time and space leaving each other elaborate puzzles that, when decoded, reveal flirtatious letters.

no but you see. as i was nearing the end of piranesi i expected the narrator to either stay in the House as piranesi or to return to the 'real world' and go back to being matthew rose sorensen. those were the only two viable options to me. so when he invented another self in the end, someone new, when the book said, it is possible to live after trauma, but you cannot return to who you were ever again... i may never recover

"apartment complex? i find it quite simple" is somewhat the plot of piranesi

Life is just a series of obstacles preventing you from reading a book.

If We Were Villains

Foreshadowing, or something akin to that

Dark Academia Book Stack

Pictured from top to bottom: The Picture of Dorian Gray, Never Let Me Go, The Secret History, These Violent Delights, The Wicker King, If We Were Villains, Vicious, Vengeful, Ninth House, Maurice, Catherine House, The Ravens, The Goldfinch

One thing I'm sure [he] will never understand is that I need language to live, like food--lexemes and morphemes and morsels of meaning nourish me with the knowledge that, yes, there is a word for this. Someone else has felt this before.

M. L. Rio, If We Were Villains

We never get to know enough Dark Academia books.

So that's it,guys:let's mention them in comments or retweets and help the Dark Academics in here!

Going to mention the most famous and some others myself:

-The secret History (OBVS)

-If we were villains

-The Atlas six

- The ninth house

-Catherine House

-Bunny

-They wished they were us

-Scholomance

-The Orchard (they never mention it but to me it is bit Dark Academia)

And some other with some dark academia influence,although not properly Dark Academia:

-The portrait of Dorian Gray (influenced Dark Academia)

-And the hyppos were boiled in their tanks by Jack Kerouac (it is the book from which it takes inspiration the movie Kill your Darlings)

-Dead Poets Society movie (we all know it)

-The Magician by Lev Grossman (mostly modern fantasy with bit of dark academia)

So,that's to you know!!

some recommendations for "Hell Hath No Fury" books: The Poppy War by RF Kuang, All My Rage my Sabaa Tahir, Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, Eileen by Ottessa Moshfegh, Stone Blind by Natalie Haynes, The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood, Circe by Madeline Miller, Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen María Machado, The Cruel Prince by Holly Black, Foul is Fair by Hannah Capin, A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G Summers

I was trying to work on my WIPs but this thought won't leave my mind. I find it incredibly heartbreaking and poignant how Babel is a book about the ones erased from history and yet it still fails in so many occasions in telling their stories (and how it is on purpose). SPOILERS AHEAD.

From the start, we never get to know Robin's name, the last thing he thinks about before the end, and this is his story, which makes the loss even more staggering (even though Robin remembering his mother at the end is also hopeful and tender, because he didn't lose that memory). Despite all the pages spent describing the tale of all those Babel and white people don't believe they're human deserving of rights, their stories are incomplete, lost, and not only because the book is written following Robin's perspective. It's the English fault if we never get to know more about the Hermes Society. Anthony is so important to the story, yet we only know a little about him: as soon as Robin dares to believe in creating his path with the Hermes Society, Anthony and the others are brutally murdered.

Griffin is–I could talk hours about Griffin. He is Robin's foil, his brother, the incarnation of where the story is heading. Since the beginning, he is there to remind us the golden years are just a dream. He is the Cassandra telling everyone that violence is the only way to change things, and he's right, but at what cost. We don't know anything about him. We only have scraps. His last words –which were of comfort, of hope, not a recrimination like Robin thought– are never showed to us. We'll never know the impressive work he did all his life to make way for the revolution. Sterling, Evie, Griffin and Anthony were probably as intertwined as the main quartet: what is their story? What happened between Griffin, rejected son, and Sterling, who calls professor Lovell Richard? Did they love each other before and while hate consumed them? (Of course they did.) What happened in Burma? How much of Robin's cohort is a terrible replica of Griffin's? How terrible it is that we never get to feel the depth of Griffin's grief when he learns Anthony is dead? We only see the moment Griffin and Sterling manage to kill each other, ending their portion of the story once and for all.

We, like Robin, see the possibility of learning more about these people taken away from us. Robin will never get to see Ramy again, they'll never meet Ramy's parents in Calcutta. Victorie barely remembers her native language, Griffin's was taken away from him almost entirely. It's so much loss, of knowledge, of potential, of people, the ending of the book really feels inevitable. And right at the end, when you could dare to hope for a better future, when Victorie chooses to live? The only hope is her, and the book telling the story of the people who took Babel under siege. The book is the only way Robin may ever get to say his side of the story to posterity. And we, the reader, won't get the see the future either.

Got assigned History and classics as my major. Was literally a history and classics student. Terrifyingly accurate.

My friend told me I had to publish the drunk uquiz I made so here ya go: I assign you a uni major based on vibes

“People do not see you, / They invent you and accuse you.”

— Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “The Perjured City,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

best kind of character is “guy who didn’t die when he should have”