First day of my final semester tomorrow… it doesn’t feel real
First day of my final semester tomorrow… it doesn’t feel real
me before doing english lit a level: … annotate books? w h a t ? what circle of hell is this get the fuck out right now N O absolutely fucking not
me now: HAHAH GAY *annotates w heart and/or some kind of commentary about being a dramatic little gay bitch just like me* FUCKING OW YOU FUCKING BITCH THAT LINE HURT ME HOW DARE YOU *underlines furiously* *covers entire margins with annotations* *gets too enthusiastic and accidentally underlines 90% of the book* *keeps a pen by all my reading spots so i have easy access to one at all times*
How do you describe the feeling when you feel a vast ocean opening up between a person who once knew your girlhood like the glow of a pearl in its shell, the one who held your laugh in her palms and who smoothed away tears
How do you grasp her back from the gleam of a green calculating glow in her eyes, her soul only keen on more, and seeing you have none, wishing to discard of you
cast you off
A friendship eroding, losing to time
The cracks running imperceptibly
Over our skins and bond.
Do you hear the last strains of a violin floating in the wind across this ocean?
I know you, I know you. You’re the only serious person in the room, aren’t you, the only one who understands, and you can prove it by the fact that you’ve never finished a single thing in your life. You’re the only well-educated person, because you never went to college, and you resent education, you resent social ease, you resent good manners, you resent success, you resent any kind of success, you resent God, you resent Christ, you resent thousand-dollar bills, you resent Christmas, by God, you resent happiness, you resent happiness itself, because none of that's real. What is real, then? Nothing’s real to you that isn’t part of your own past, real life, a swamp of failures, of social, sexual, financial, personal…spiritual failure. Real life. You poor bastard. You don’t know what real life is, you’ve never been near it. All you have is a thousand intellectualized ideas about life. But life? Have you ever measured yourself against anything but your own lousy past? Have you ever faced anything outside yourself? Life! You poor bastard.
William Gaddis, The Recognitions.
“I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather. I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration, I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated, and person is humanized or de-humanized. If we treat people as they are, we make worse. If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming.”
Before we go any further here, has it ever occurred to any of you that all this is simply one grand misunderstanding? Since you’re not here to learn anything, but to be taught so you can pass these tests, knowledge has to be organized so it can be taught, and it has to be reduced to information so it can be organized do you follow that? In other words this leads you to assume that organization is an inherent property of knowledge itself, and that disorder and chaos are simply irrelevant forces that threaten it from outside. In fact it’s exactly the opposite. Order is simply a thin, perilous condition we try to impose on the basic reality of chaos.
The words could not flow as easily as I imagined. The constant thoughts and possibilities that coincided together somehow trapped my soul. Why did solitude enter me with grace and then leave with ineptness?
The urge to just say it rather than write it appeared to me.
But to who? Who am I to love?
You ever talk to a literary person while reading?… cause I swear I hold an entire soliloquy on basic human decency when Lord Henry tears his head
Evermore - Taylor Swift (feat. Bon Iver)
“suffering is a fire; it either purifies or destroys.”
If you’re worth it, flaunt it
Academia tumblr I need your help!!!
I’m in the process of writing my seminar paper about African-American female poetry in the Harlem Renaissance. I’m discussing the double oppression African-American women faced (and still do), and the intersectionality of race and gender.
If anyone has any articles or books about that (could be about the poetry or anything else… like anything could help), PLEASE SEND ME LINKS OR NAMES!!!
I live in a giant house and yet there are no spaces for me and my sister to study other than this one office……………. my parents really said “they wont study” when they built the house huh?
I mean we have a room (yes, we share a room bc my parents wanted us to bond), but adhd makes it difficult for both of us to study in a room full of distraction (and has a bed bc my brain equates bed with sleep and i can’t study when im thinking of sleep)
There is still not much sunlight during the day and my room is not south-facing, so this is what I get most of my winter days. My room is still cosy though.
I am managing to do my uni work and start working on my dissertation. I am doing slow progress which is the most important. However, I still have to find a better life/study balance.
My mum: if you wanna get your M.A. abroad, I’m gonna need you to get back with a degree AND a husband
Also my mum: men are trash, don’t get married
With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast, / And to the painted banquet bids my heart; / Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest, / And in his thoughts of love doth share a part. / So either by thy picture or my love, / Thyself away, art present still with me: / For thou no further than my thoughts canst move, / And I am still with them, and they with thee…
— from William Shakespeare, Sonnet 47
‘A Room with a View’ by E. M. Forster (published in 1908)
since school started after winter break i had some problems with finishing books, but as soon as i finish those ones i read i was planning on writing some short reviews in here, with some photos and stuff.
reading was my biggest passion since i was 13 and i really enjoy writing about the books i read. i don’t know if i’m gonna do well writing in english, because i always use my first language, but i guess we’ll find out soon ✨