What's So Upsetting Is That The Very Thing Which Qala Wanted To Prove Her Mom That Women Have Ambitions

sharpening oneself to the finest edge of perfection in order to feed or challenge external expectations and comments , and ending up of perpetrating horrific things leading to the eerie beautiful spiralling of one's own conscience.

a deeper analysis of richard making out with francis (because what else am i supposed to do?)

to set the scene, this is hours after the Greek class kills bunny. francis shows up in richard’s dorm room, sick of being alone. richard, still dizzy and dazed from the Demerol judy had given him, goes up to his bureau to grab something. as he does, francis swoops up behind him. and bam. gay stuff.

richard — as he says — isn’t into francis and is apparently straight. now let’s say he is. he claims in his narration that he made out with francis out of impulse, reflex, and nothing more. now if this is true this goes to show richard’s willingness to go through with anything at all, no matter how against his true behavior and nature, for and with the Greek class.

he’s so succumbed into the world of these students that he will go as far as to completely erasing himself in order to comply with whatever they are doing. he may not even REALIZE, but he just goes along with everything they do, never questioning it, even if his own ideas are put at the coffin. this is proven through out the story, but this kissing scene was just an example.

OR of course richard is just gay for francis (pls yes) and i’m over analyzing. but can anyone ever over analyze tsh?! i think not.

with that, i lay my analysis down and out.

i highly recommend for women and girls to be intellectually curious and difficult to shame

God, it's brutal out here

We are captives of what we love, what we desire and what we are

- Mahmoud Darwish

sometimes reading the book isn't enough, i need to physically get pushed off a cliff by henry winter

having an imagination like mine is a wonder and a curse. i feel so much and create so much but most of what it chooses to do is create an alternate reality for me to hide in. a world where i get everything i want and i have become everything i have ever wanted to be and i am beautiful and witty and smart and impressive and sparkling. but the funniest part of all is that i suffer there too. sometimes even more than i do here. but the difference is that, in my head, someone is there to hold me.

Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave, you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

— Caitlyn Siehl

The true blasphemy of literature is the romanticization of romance. They make it beautiful—all soft words, and elegant lines—and enchanting, with magic sparkling in the margins.

And you can feel it in the depths of your soul, an unexplored ocean of laughter and tears and dreams all melded together.

The yearning of a kiss that brushes against the steady and so so warm pulsing beat of life—against the smooth skin of a lovers neck. The desperation to touch another being and feel that they’re alive, right there next to you—right there, and never leaving.

To love and be loved is a jewel among treasures and all that we each seek—all that we each desire.

It burns and it burns and it burns.

“I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

“Come home and break my heart, if you must.”

“Occasionally, Fate pulls itself together again and Time is always waiting.”

“And perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”

“By you, I am forever undone.”

“One word from you shall silence me forever.”

“A heart’s a heavy burden.”

“My sweet nemesis.”

“If you have to go, you know I will go with you.”

and then?

and then.

The book is over.

And you remember that love like that doesn't exist.

Not in the real world.

And all you can do is cry.