me rn *sighs in indecisive dork*
This has been said before, but I feel it needs emphasising because it’s something I repeat to myself several times a day if I’m feeling overwhelmed.
The only way things will get done is if you start. The only way it will get easier is if you do it. The only way you will improve is if you accept that you do not yet know everything.
I’m a perfectionist and a procrastinator, so it’s hard for me to start if I feel I might not be perfect. If I tell myself this, it’s easier to pick up the pen and actually do something.
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death. I hear him leading his horse out of the stall; I hear the clatter on the barn-floor. He is in haste; he has business in Cuba, business in the Balkans, many calls to make this morning. But I will not hold the bridle while he clinches the girth. And he may mount by himself: I will not give him a leg up. Though he flick my shoulders with his whip, I will not tell him which way the fox ran. With his hoof on my breast, I will not tell him where the black boy hides in the swamp. I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll. I will not tell him the whereabout of my friends nor of my enemies either. Though he promise me much, I will not map him the route to any man’s door. Am I a spy in the land of the living, that I should deliver men to Death? Brother, the password and the plans of our city are safe with me; never through me Shall you be overcome.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Listening to French, Hindi, Urdu, English music; songs in regional languages, one after the other.
Having a bookshelf stacked with books in multiple languages; you understand each of them and adore them all.
Chai or coffee? Both. Always.
Religious texts in multiple languages kept safe and stored some place worthy o holding something so holy and sacred. You do not buy these books, these are inherited and exist like you within the house.
Your room is a weird combination of modern and old- The desi things fused with a slight touch of the western world. It is okay; desi still holds a higher spot in your heart though.
Radios. Radios are everything.
Bazaars. Stores will never have anything on Bazaars- be it to buy books or clothes or sabzi.
The art of haggling.
Your books are a mess of titles- from a variety of topics to authors. Science and Math and Physics to specific niches and time periods of history; authors ranging from the most typical South Asian names to the most European.
what are some of your favourite quotes about growing up? also, orange is the best colour, undisputed.
Lorde, A NOTE FROM THE DESK OF A NEWBORN ADULT
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
Sandra Cisneros, Eleven
Kalyn Roseanne Livernois, High Wire Darlings
John Hughes, Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Storyboarding for Linked by Air
Mitch Welling, Gentle Earth
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin
J. Courtney Sullivan
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
goddd i just want spider-man's identity to be his own worst but new york city's best kept secret. like i want him unthinkingly taking off his mask and like 20 people see, but if you ask them if they did? no they didn't.
the rule is unwritten, but very enforced. like, there are online communities dedicated to erasing any trace of the spread of his identity. a tourist takes a photo of him and posts it online? it's gone in minutes, and people send DMs to the poster anywhere from "hey, i'm sure you were just excited, but...." to "ill kill u if i evr c you, fuckin bitch".
any information on spider-man is only spread via word of mouth, and only spoken in hushed, awed voices. after several years of spider-man, everyone knows someone who encountered him:
"he saved my cousin. caught a falling billboard from underneath with his bare hands..."
"wow... i've never seen him myself, but he talked to my coworker's daughter for an hour after he stopped a guy from getting a little too handsy. apparently, his smile is 'dreamy'."
these secrets are freely given if you're kind, trustworthy, and show respect for the little guy. but the moment you demand information on him... "i don't know what you're talking about, buddy. he's just an urban legend the news likes to blame the city's problems on so we don't unionize or worse"
so as many times as spider-man ends up with out a mask, or accidentally introduces himself with a name that starts with 'p' and rhymes with 'meter'... on the record, they don't know a thing. because he does his best to help as many people as he can, so it's only fair if they help him a little in return.