This Isn't How Life Is Supposed To Feel

In another universe, my mom doesn’t get married off into this mockery of a family. Her youth doesn’t get over even before she has the chance to feel it. Her ankles aren’t bound by chains. I’m never born. She is free. She is happy.

yet Brutus says he was problematic, and Brutus is an honorable man…

when Richard siken said “these, our bodies possessed with light” and when Anthony Doerr said “So how, children, does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light?” and when Leonard cohen said “there is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in”

That scene with Zeno and the kids talking about their cloud cuckoo lands just BROKE ME!!!! I cannot imagine the terror of having someone threatening them with a gun nearby, having to keep their voices down and not make any sound, Zeno trying to calm them and running away with the bombs, and yes, I'm not okay :(

Also when Konstance finds out about the reality of the Argos program, the Easter eggs left by Seymour with his owls, and how much Konstance yearned to see Earth again and feel things and be there, I'm just :(

Also Anna and Omeir's story, how they are just perfect together, and their family <3333333 Anna telling the cloud cuckoo land story for their kids, man, I'm ugly crying right now :(

That ending with all the kids now grown up and with their family, and Seymour apologizing to them and taking them back to the library, and to everything they knew before, and Konstance getting out of the Argos and starting a new life, and Anna and Omeir and their family *sobs*

mAN, THIS BOOK JUST FUCKING BROKE ME

Do yourselves a favor and go read cloud cuckoo land, by Anthony Doerr, please *sobs harder*

A: Hi how are you?

B: Lemme disassociate real quick then get back to you.

B: I am just a body made from billions of years of evolution with lingering monkey brain. the universe doesn't even know I exist and nothing I do will ever matter. I'm just a character in a story laying my part because I know nothing else. if life is pointless and the universe is cold and indifferent then it's okay if I fuck up because that means nothing either, so I might as well be as reckless as possible while I'm alive for this sliver in time.

B: Hi I'm back, can I have an iced machiato with 15 pumps of vanilla please

A: What the fuck

Pride and Prejudice (2005) + tumblr posts (part 1)

I Am Not Your Negro, dir. Raoul Peck (2016) (via lunamonchtuna)

The Modern History of FC Barcelona: Masterpost

Barca is a club of extremes. The good moments are like nothing else - playing football of the gods, sweeping up every possible trophy, ticker-tape raining down from the sky and a million people partying on the streets. The bad moments are mindbogglingly moronic and self-destructive. Players will tell you it’s like nowhere else on earth.

Through my posts on the recent history of the club I have attempted to put its present into some sort of context. History tells us why things happen the way they do. But really, these ups and downs also make for some bloody amazing stories, and I wanted to share them.

The current installments are as follows:

Part 1 - The Dream Team and the Bad Break-up (1988-2001)

Part 2 - The Little Genius and His Brazilian Bros (2001-2008)

Part 3 - We Wanted to Eat the World and We Did (2008-2012)

Appendix A: A Presidential Break-up that Defined a Decade

Appendix B: The Betrayal of Eric Abidal 

Leo Messi: the story so far (written on his 21st birthday)

An Eulogy for Tito Vilanova

Winter Has Arrived (a post on the January 2015 crisis)

On reaping what we sow (the February 2020 crisis)

Defining Matches

FC Barcelona 3 Gothenburg 0 (3-3 agg, 5-4 (pens)), European Cup semi-final [1986]

FC Barcelona 1 Sampdoria 0, European Cup final [1992]

AC Milan 4 FC Barcelona 0, European Cup final [1994]

[to be continued]

Here are a few other primer posts for topics I haven’t covered in depth:

a general primer, covering among other things the Baby Dream Team/Class of 87 and the BroT3 (Cesc Fabregas, Gerard Pique and Carles Puyol) [also has fic recs at the bottom if you like that sort of thing];

Xavi and Iniesta, footballing soulmates;

the brief but amazing reign of the Messi/Villa partnership;

a discursus on the epic, pure and true love of Victor Valdes and Andres Iniesta;

the brothers Alcantara;

Bojan, Ibra, David Villa and Victor Valdes;

my own Pep Guardiola picspam/primer, covering his playing days, pre-season 2008 and some of 2008/09.

Much of the above list is the work of the wonderful meretricula.  If you know of other relevant primers, please drop me a message with a link.

Read on for footnotes and such.

Keep reading

oresteia, robert icke / from the nebraska plant, the mountain goats / jayme ringleb, from “a little learning” / black sails / blue nights, joan didion / pentimento definition / myers’ psychology for the ap® course, c. nathan dewall and david meyers / pink, sylvie baumgartel / perforated heart, eric bogosian