Anyone Want To Join My Club Where We Read Pretentious Literature, Listen To Dreary Romantic Music With

It sucks that you have to keep yourself busy to feel okay.

also vanya!

names related to butterflies, moths, and fireflies:

aruna, adela, ismeria, yara, greta, una, saffron, zephyr, chouko, eilira, parvaneh, calesia, luna, psyche, palmyra, acantha, asteria, isola, paru, mirza, esmeralda, zoumi, saga, kahli, ankova, apollo, thora, galatea, kimko, cayana, sula, malam, rekoa, ocaria, hesperia

Writing about a child rapist did not make Vladimir Nabokov a child rapist.

Writing about an authoritarian theocracy did not make Margaret Atwood an authoritarian theocrat.

Writing about adultery did not make Leo Tolstoy an adulterer.

Writing about a ghost did not make Toni Morrison a ghost.

Writing about a murderer did not make Fyodor Dostoevsky a murderer.

Writing about a teenage addict did not make Isabel Allende a teenage addict.

Writing about dragons and ice zombies did not make George R.R. Martin either of those things.

Writing about rich heiresses, socially awkward bachelors, and cougar widows did not make Jane Austen any of those things.

Writing about people who can control earthquakes did not make N.K. Jemisin able to control earthquakes.

Writing about your favorite characters and/or ships in situations that you choose does not make you a bad person.

It’s a shame that in this day and age these things need to be said.

reading a lot of classic lit is like being friends with a bunch of straight girls, loving and supporting them, but watching in quiet horror as they make horrible decisions, both romantically and otherwise. like…. juliet sweetheart i fully support your quest for the montague dick, but let’s make sure romeo has the message before we fake-kill ourselves, okay? messengers can be shitty in this day and age. and cathy, look. you’re kind of the worst, but you still deserve better than heathcliff. get your associate’s, be nicer to edgar, and move out of that town, ok? and don’t die and leave your daughter in the clutches of your evil ex while you’re at it. narrator of rebecca… first off bitch we’ve been friends for years, tell me your name… second, PLEASE LEARN SOME SELF-LOVE AND SELF-CARE!!!!! YOU ARE A VIBRANT CREATURE KNOWN AS WOMAN, YOU DO NOT NEED A MAN TO BE WORTHWHILE!!!! and as for jane eyre…….. bitch……… i mean don’t get me wrong i love all of you and would die for any of you, any time, and please believe i say this with the utmost affection, but ALL OF YOU BITCHES ARE SO EXHAUSTING. OH MY GOD.

except you, lizzy bennet, you’re an angel and i’m thrilled that you’re here.

Caesar: dead

Brutus and Cassius: gay

Mark Anthony: triumphant

Hotel: trivago

Italian idiom of the day #10

Essere in una botte di ferro

“To be inside an iron barrel” – to be on safe ground, to be shielded from all harm.

When someone tells you you are “inside an iron barrel” with them, they’re trying to reassure you: it means you’ve got nothing to worry about, that you are in safe hands.

Con Marco sei in una botte di ferro: è il medico più bravo che io conosca. – Marco really is your guy: he’s the best doctor I know.

When STEM people have fun.

this sign left no survivors

Piccadilly Circus, c. 1928-1955