The goldfinch only becomes more heart breaking in hindsight. You read within the first five pages that no one ever made Theo feel loved like his mother did, and it’s sad because “aw he has no good people in his life who love him” but then you read the book and see Mrs Barbour who loves Theo as one of her own, who slowly gets better, who comes back to life just from being NEAR Theo. And Hobie who teaches him everything he knows, who is always there for him even when Theo turns his back on him, who after everything forgives Theo without a second thought. And of course Boris. Boris who holds him through nightmares, who sings him songs about little kittens, who kisses his own blood off his knuckles. And you realise the tragedy isn’t that nobody loved him, it’s that Theo hated himself too much to see their love.
washing my silly little apple. cutting a slice of my silly little loaf of bread. putting on my silly little chapstick. listening to my silly little playlist. looking at silly little trees. feeling the silly little rays of sunshine on my face. holding my warm silly little cup of coffee. buying a silly little pretty bouquet for myself. reading silly little fragments of poetry. except everything listed above isn’t silly and little it’s the essence and spice of life like sugar and cinnamon coating our existence and making every moment so beautiful and enjoyable in our own little silly ways
there's a recent vox video about how tiktok contributes to what kind of music is being demanded and put forward on spotify and i think it's also parallel to how booktok is directly influencing the decisions of big publishing companies. they will continue to churn out terrible romance novels that were previously fanfics if that's what would continue to circulate. it's so tiring
instead of actively promoting and advocating for marginalised authors, esp working class authors & authors of colour, in all genres, and hiring more diversely, they’re spotlighting reylo fanfic and the next boring historical or mythological retelling by a white woman. and ppl have the gall to act like it’s not a big deal. (** white) fandom nerds and tiktokers literally have a dominating cultural influence now just based on sheer numbers alone and they want to act like they’re being persecuted for lining the pockets of execs and making it everyone else’s problem
Hello!! Could I request something about similarities between the ocean and space? Please and thank you!!
Kirsten Sims, Mid Air
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Rumi, ‘We are the night ocean filled with glints of light’
M. L. Stedman, The Light Between Oceans
Natalie Wood (attrib.)
Lauren DeStefano, Wither
Concept art for Treasure Planet (2002) dir. Ron Clements and John Musker
Joe Bauman, Thoughts about depth and vastness of space
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
John Masefield, Sea-Fever
Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea
Alan Wilson Watts, The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
Life of Pi (2012) dir. Ang Lee
pratchett will write an entire book about the grim reaper pretending to be santa claus while the grim reaper’s granddaughter goes about hunting down the dumbass who decided to kill santa, and then right when you think you’re done and the oddly pointed shenanigans are winding down he hits you with “humans need fantasy to be human. to be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape,” and knocks you into next wednesday
nothing like rereading a book you loved when you were younger only to realize the author can't write
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “Primitive Eyes”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972
when Lemony Snicket wrote “I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you everyday” that hurt me
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