one thing i need to start living by is “become the thing that you want” if i want friends who throw themed parties maybe i should start throwing those parties. if i want someone who writes me love letters maybe i should start writing letters for the people i love. if i want to hang out at museums and pretty cafes maybe i should invite my friends to these places. and maybe even then i won’t find the kind of people i want to be around. but then i would have become the exact person i want to be around. and maybe that’s good enough.
me with cultural sensitivity
you ever get assigned something as a project in school and for the rest of your life you have a strange attachment to the subject. in like seventh grade i had an assignment to make a poster about the elemental propoerties of osmium and to this day everytime someone mentions it im like 'YEAAAAAAH OSMIUM MENTIONED!!!!!!!!'
why is this so accurate it's like someone read my journal 😭
im always like hehe im so smart i will avoid shame by never doing anything ever but then i feel ashamed of not living and it turns out i didn't escape any sort of discomfort i just traded it in for a less rewarding kind
On books and reading!
Reading insecurity, katy waldman, slate
The deep space of digital reading, paul la farge, nautilus
The curse of reading and forgetting, ian crouch, new yorker
Why read the classics, italo calvino (pdf)
How reading is like love: italo calvino on the ecstasy of surrendering to other dimensions of experience, the marginalian
Just read the book already, lauren miller, slate
Treasure the books no one else seems to love, molly templeton, tor
Papyralysis, jacob mikanowski, los angeles review of books
How to nurture a personal library, freya howarth, psyche
Brief notes on the art and manner of arranging one's books, georges perec
If I don't remember what I read, did I read it at all? molly templeton, tor
Never do that to a book, anne fadiman, slate
Mary oliver on how reading saved her life and the greatest antidote to sorrow, the marginalian
On the pleasures and solitudes of quiet books, emily st. john mandel, the millions
Being a better online reader, maria konnikova, new yorker
How 11 writers organize their personal libraries, emily temple, literary hub
How many errorrs are in this essay? ed simon, the millions
Adrienne rich on resistance, the liberating power of storytelling, and how reading emancipates, the marginalian
How we read series, wired
Fiction detective: on literary citation and search engine sleuthing, sophie haigney, the drift
our autofiction fixation, jessica winter, the new york times
when kafka said "all the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding" and when richard siken said “if you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand.”
hobbies don’t have to be witnessed to be valid.
please: read, game, run, write, take photos alone. these things and their results don’t always have to be shared; doing them for yourself is good.
do want to share them? that’s good too
i’ve heard a lot of people say “don’t reach out to your friends first and see how many people will remain in your life. those are your true friends” and i get it. it sucks and it’s tiring constantly being the one to message first, to initiate hang outs but don’t take this so literally. some friendships require initiation. i have lost touch with so many people who genuinely cared about me and wanted me in their life because i stopped reaching out. it’s a hard pill to swallow but honestly some people just suck at it and it doesn’t mean they don’t love and value you. i’ve reconnected with some people over the past few months and it’s crazy how genuinely happy they are to see me and how engaged they are in the conversation. i just think sometimes we’re too harsh on each other & too quick to emphasize other peoples flaws and remove them from our lives but then we’ll all be alone and what’s the point of life then!!!!
no matter how hard i try i will always be that little girl wondering why everyone is better friends with eachother than her and begging to be loved
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
anyway literally everyone is going through something all the time!!! everyone is wounded!!! everyone is human & no one makes it out of this life unscathed!! maybe try approaching people in good faith instead of always defaulting to the worst possible interpretations of each other