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practically every character in The Secret History played a role of someone that they were not.
richard and bunny played themselves as rich, when in fact they were poor.
charles and camilla played themselves as pure, when in fact they were weaved with immorality.
francis played himself as cool, when in fact he was an anxious mess.
henry played himself as intellectual, when in fact he was blinded by his own stupidity, wealth, and ego.
julian played himself as a father figure, aiding to the care and minds of the Greek students, when in fact he was conniving and egocentric, swept away by his own gain, unlike a true father.
mrs corcoran played herself as a victim and sorrowful mother of a lost child, when in fact she only cared about her own appearance in front of the camera.
hell, even dr roland played himself as a psychologically-forward man, deep in intellect, when in fact he was nearing dementia and a complete gobble of a man.
i mean, gosh, this theme plays out so grandly. putting up a front and hiding your real self. whether for gain or by self consciousness.
He wanders alone but safe in his loneliness. Confused but comforted by his confusion. A blanket of bewilderment to hide himself under.
- The starless sea by Erin Morgenstern
STARLESS SEA DISCORD SERVER
right! now I have your attention
we have a discord server and I swear to God that a) it's a vibe and b) THIS LINK WILL NOT EXPIRE I PROMISE I FIGURED IT OUT FINALLY
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you should join if you like the starless sea or love the starless sea or have thoughts about the starless sea or are obsessed with the starless sea!
We share fanfic and fanart and headcanons and make up au ideas together! We play Minecraft in a super cool server! We have movie nights every Sunday and there's pretty much always music going on in vc! We do story time and read each other tss (sometimes in French or Italian!) or tss fanfic! We get daily pupdates on one of our members' puppies! We put Dorian in Outfits and Situations! We have a great time!
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Sometimes it feels like I've got a war in my mind / I wanna get off, but I keep riding the ride / I never really noticed that I had to decide / To play someone's game, or live my own life / And now I do / I wanna move / Out of the black (out of the black) / Into the blue (into the blue)
- Lana Del Rey
mentally, i am sitting in a forest and reading my favourite books and listening to music while laying on the grass
Nightmare number 113:
I am sitting in a very big chair and I cannot get out of it. My arms are tied to the chair arms but my hands are gone. There are people without faces standing around me feeding me pieces of paper that have all the things I am supposed to be written on them but they never ask me what I am.
- The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern
There is a stag in the snow. Blink and he will vanish. Was he a stag at all or was he something else? Was he a sentiment hanging unspoken or a path not taken or a closed door left unopened? Or was he a deer, glimpsed amongst the trees and then gone, disturbing not a single branch in his departure? The stag is a shot left untaken. An opportunity lost. Stolen like a kiss. In these new forgetful times with their changed ways sometimes the stag will pause a moment longer. He waits though once he never waited, would never dream to wait or wait to dream. He waits now. For someone to take the shot. For someone to pierce his heart. To know he is remembered.
- The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern
my favourite lines from The Bees in The Starless Sea
So I noticed something about the stories in Sweet Sorrows.
The first and the last are about the pirate and the girl, the ancient love story (Once, very long ago…Time fell in love with Fate). Then there’s the Acolyte. The Zachary, the son of the fortune-teller, and the main narrator when the book is in the present (and the only one for this section of it). Then the dollhouse (something someone else mentioned was a little like a constantly growing Harbor itself, and which comes back when the bees do.). Then the Guardian story, which includes Dorian. Then our introduction to Elenore, then the inhabitants of Harbors (people like and including Allegra), then the Keepers (Now there is only one), then Simon, the man lost in time.
Introducing us to the main players. So I wonder, what if the Acolyte who sang the full month was Rhyme?
I'm waiting for both.
Screw waiting for my Hogwarts letter, I’m waiting for my door to the Starless Sea.
something about doors is so magical like stories with doors leading to magical secret places or hidden world is SO GOOD I live for them like the chronicles of narnia, alice in wonderland, the starless sea, the ten thousand doors of january, daughter of smoke and bone, coraline, barbie and the secret door, monsters inc, the secret garden I Just LOVE DOORS
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.
also why did it take me this long to realize the night circus is completely black and white because. it’s marco and celia’s chessboard
the night circus says what if every piece on a chessboard had a personality and a history all their own. what if the victor of the last game was still skulking on the board. what if the queens were imbued with unearthly magical power and aimed directly at each other. and what if they fell in love
This will always stay an imagination 😔
Imagine being subject of someone's poetry ♡
i don't know what younger person needs to hear this, but it is so valid to not want to drink alcohol at all, or to only want to drink very rarely. don't let others pressure you into joining in with those societal rituals. it is an outrage how normalized drinking alcohol is, to the point that those who choose to abstain are constantly forced to justify their private choices, be publicly questioned about what led to these choices or excluded from activities altogether. you do not ever need to justify your reasons for this. there are absolutely valid and important reasons to not drink, and nobody has a right to know your personal reasonings.
everybody trying to be the main character and i just wanna be THE fairy main character. the one who's living in the woods just enjoying doing nothing and reading her silly little books, cooking and painting
What's so upsetting is that the very thing which Qala wanted to prove her mom that women have ambitions of their own and are capable of achieving their own kind of gets lost in this seemingly unending effort.
Her mom believes that to sing in the showbiz is indicative of loose character and she... well had to go to extreme lengths to get where she was...
So in the process of proving her mom wrong she kind prolly went along the lines of why her mom said that. And it's so sad that she was always forced into this competition to prove all these notions wrong and in this unhealthy race had to lose her ideals and the One person she truly *cared* about
Watching qala was like watching an accident happen in slow motion....from the beginning the tone is set. Qala's interview with all male journalists, her voice quivering when asked abt marriage or her mother, cuts to her mother grieving abt her lost son as she even tries to take her daughter's life. Every scene leaves you unsettled as you watch qala slowly coming undone, knowing the thread could snap anytime soon. At the party, when u see qala surrounded by dancers in black quills, it's made clear how she has left her innocence. Even when she poisoned jagan u don't villainize her rather than u feel sad, knowing the path she has chosen.
Listening to Ghodey Pe Sawaar before watching the movie v/s after watching the movie:
"damn, this movie is so relatable." and the movie they're watching is qala.
Most recent obsession: the Qala soundtrack
The recurring butterfly motifs and gargoyle statues in Qala are everything
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.
the desi girls have finally gotten their black swan.
“she ruined an innocent guy’s life!” yes, but have you considered that she was very sad about it afterwards? have you considered that i love her?
are you a social media algorithm? because you've mastered the art of keeping me hooked and emotionally manipulated (digitally influenced rizz)
i just KNOW that donna tartt stays up at night thinking of how 'the secret history' inspired the entire dark academia aesthetic💀 no wonder she hasn't written a new book, she's mad at all of you
Jis hisaab se im awake all night...mereko part time guard ban jana chahiye
Mast pesa aayega bhai
Average dark academia reader be like yes I'm gonna ignore the obvious point of the book (warning against elitism and living in a fantasy) and romanticise my way out of everything until i find my own group of pretentious friends. What are you gonna do, stop me??