Someone Please Take Me On Bookstore Dates, And Talk With Me About Books, And Our Futures And Aspirations,

donna tartt: literally writes an entire 600 page book about how it can be dangerous to do things just for the aesthetic

us, already making pinterest boards: oh to be a classics student in vermont in the 80s drinking whiskey from a teacup and occasionally murdering people 

the secret history is so wild. like there's a hundred different analysis essays you could write about it and it's meaning and whatnot. but there's also a genius who thinks of elaborate ways to kill someone but didn't know or believe that the moon landing happened. they pull off the murder of their classmate and don't get caught. they try to hit a wasp with a prayer book during said classmate's funeral service. the unreliable narrator does cocaine in a burger king parking lot. said unreliable narrator lives in a hippie's house that has a hole in the roof in a vermont winter and doesn't realize it's literally killing him. the absolute hilarious unhinged energy from this book is overshadowed by a writing style where the most batshit things seem almost mundane. i love it.

Nothing will ever emotionally destroy you more than the constant need to be understood by people who over and over again have proved to you that they will not understand you.

-nipuna

sorry i cant hang out i forgot how to mimic human like behaviour

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i want to go on a museum trip with the greek class and hear what they have to say about the art

the feminine urge to just want to run away to the Scottish highlands and listen to Hozier all day and write poetry and read classics

There's something undeniably special about Kailash Kher's music, particularly the way he captures the essence of a woman's perspective in love. Listening to his songs feels like being truly seen and understood. The vulnerability, the intensity, the all-encompassing joy that comes with loving someone completely.

Thank you, Kailash Kher

You’re healing countless hearts:)

Nothing feels better than thiss>>>>

Where I am, mentally.

“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. [...] When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”  🩸

“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.” 🌻

Two souls, reunited.

(quotes from Madelline Miller's The Song Of Achilles)