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metamorphesque · 1 year
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― David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster and Other Essays
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sidereusimber · 1 year
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thefunnysunflower · 1 year
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You're both the fire and the water that extinguishes it. You're the narrator, the protagonist, and the sidekick. You're the storyteller and the story told. You are somebody's something, but you are also your you.
- Aza Holmes, John Green's Turtles All The Way Down
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wedarkacademia · 5 months
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“The feeling that she had never really lived in this world caught her by surprise. It was a fact. She had never lived. Even as a child, as far back as she could remember, she had done nothing but endure.”
—  Han Kang, The Vegetarian
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kennapotterblack · 1 year
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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝑨𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄
Some things of every day routine that have this vibe.
Put your hair in a lose bun to shower.
Feel the bun loses and untied but do nothing to put it back on.
Eat toast with strawberry jam accompanied of coffee/tea at 2 am.
Listen Lana Del Rey while cooking and baking cakes, muffins and pancakes at afternoon.
RIBBONS. JUST RIBBONS. Colorful, thin, fat, any type of ribbons.
Dresses with pants.
Unorthodox religion study.
Bullet journaling but you put tickets, flowers, supermarket lists, etc. attached.
Floor bed.
A journal to note/write down all the argument and dissertations about the issues you hyper fixed.
Study laws for the hell of it.
Eclectic to music & wardrobe choices.
Have one look to each aesthetic.
Audacious but procrastinating plans.
Satan is tired of you constantly cancelling plans.
Have an specific era you love passionately (medieval, 20s, Georgian, Victorian)
Enter fiction worlds like you are living it passionately.
Have a favorite band, but don't know all the albums or the band names, but listening the music's with passion.
Dancing in the mid of the house when alone.
Vampire, werewolves, zombies you love one with all you are, you hate the other fom the bottom to the top of your heart and the leftover is just so neutral.
Treating important documents or assignments not serious
Saving the project with names like "too tired to that bullsh*t" "blame the clock for be too late" and sending them with those names anyway
End up going deep about the works of some author when the question was "when he were born?"
Either Vampire Academy or Chronicles of a Vampire (Interview with a vampire) no in between.
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vanwssa · 2 years
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Camilla’s night table was littered with empty teacups, leaky pens, dead marigolds in a water glass, and on the foot of her bed was laid a half-played game of solitaire. [...]
Donna Tartt, The Secret History (1992).
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academic-nyctophile · 3 months
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metamorphesque · 1 year
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1. Richard Siken | 2. Edward Hopper | 3. Lossapardo | 4. Nicolas Martin | 5. Kim Cogan | 6. Bram Stoker
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sidereusimber · 1 year
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thefunnysunflower · 1 year
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Like I can't find the deep down part of me that's pure or unsullied or whatever, the part of me where my soul is supposed to be.
- Aza Holmes, John Green's Turtles All The Way Down
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ritikajyala · 9 months
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He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
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vanwssa · 2 years
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Books were stacked on every available surface; the tables were cluttered with papers, ashtrays, bottles of whisky, boxes of chocolates. [...]
Donna Tartt, The Secret History (1992).
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venus-academia · 3 months
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starry decorations
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chillpotato · 6 months
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- A.R Asher
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