Network (1976) Dir. By Sidney Lumet

September Affirmation (Don’t Be Afraid) by Keaton St. James

oh, i’m thrilled by the opportunity to start my school year, feeling originally excited about studying itself. i want to learn this time. at last.

one thing that really strikes me about anti-intellectualism is that it's just so. self-limiting and sad. like it's a good thing to learn and i feel like we've forgotten it. all this information at our fingertips and people are refusing to use it for the simplest things like when they don't understand one specific word in a text. if something is a tough read it's a moral failing of the author and not an opportunity to build on your own personal knowledge and experiences. it doesn't matter if you think picasso is a renaissance artist because who cares about art history anyway and besides, picasso was a creep, even though it would take a minute to look this up. like obviously there are issues with accessibility in say, access to academia, but some things are genuinely not going to take significant amounts of effort to look up and remember for future. yes it's not a bad thing to not know something already, but a refusal to learn? come on. learning - expanding your knowledge, getting to know more about the world or humanity or art or science or anything - serves you, not some elitist academic in the sky or whatever. whether that's just reading the first paragraph of the wikipedia page for pragmatism or taking three months to read crime and punishment, there's a sense of achievement in the end. and yeah to some extent it's a skill, but it's not a difficult thing to foster and build upon, and sitting around proclaiming how you refuse to learn anything, even the most basic and simple fun facts, due to whatever the excuse of the month is is just so insular. it's a truly wonderful and interesting and diverse world out there and we're letting it all pass us by

I honestly feel that working in a little old bookstore would solve all of my problems.

let it be so.

the autumnal urge to run away in the cold season somewhere in a small enchanted village where no one knows you, with forests and small streams and bridges and wooden huts and open fires surrounded by nature and old buildings, cobblestones and mysterious antique shops, cosy little cafés and an ancient library

you are supposed to be your own safe space. you are supposed to find solace in your time alone. it shouldn’t be violent. handle yourself with care

guys, yesterday in my so-called virtual diary i wrote an extremely spontaneous and emotional thought. “like i don’t belong anywhere. it feels like this all the time”. and here it is. the answer of the fkn tumblr post appearing out of nowhere. do i still have a need to share my feelings with actual people or what?

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

imagine being the first ancient person to realize that the ocean and their tears taste the same. imagine realizing that your sorrow and the waves share a taste. i wouldve gone crazy

brings my august back.

yes.

One of the worst feelings has to be when you finish an amazing book and have no one to talk to about it