The urge to learn every language and play every instrument and travel the world and live through every historical time period and be a writer and a poet and an actor and
oh how I keep thinking of how tartt would write me if she ever did
(it's never happening)
I am a terrible combination of “whatever happens, happens” and “If everything doesn’t go according to plan, I will vaporize”
· And I didn't have nothing more to say. It was horribly silent in my empty mind. And then one single scream.
The first and the last one ·
I want to be so disgustingly over educated that the second anyone has a question they automatically know I have the answer to it
foaming at the mouth at the realization that the climax of The Secret History started with Henry "kidnapping" Camilla like the Trojan War started because of Paris "kidnapping" Helen
GOOD GOD, THAT'S SO ACCURATE
If the Secret History was set nowadays, Bunny would annoy everyone with his duolingo lessons, Henry would physically get sick at the mention of any e-reader, Camilla would be a Lana del rey girly, Richard would listen to "this is me trying" while having insomnia, Charles would be a filmbro and judge anyone who hasn't seen Interstellar and Francis would have a crush on hot priest from Fleabag
no more "in my humble opinion", from now on it's "from my grandiose and objectively correct deductions".
Ocean Vuong, Night Sky With Exit Wounds.
the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.
if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.
“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”
“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”
no.
it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.
Perhaps I romanticize this state of loneliness so much that it becomes too beautiful.
89 posts