"Him So Sweet", I Say, In A Baby Voice, About An 80s Rockstar Over Twice My Age Who Needs Therapy And

"Vladimir, STOP!" is unfortunately killing me

a small little thought about bunny corcoran because i'm thinking about him right now. i know there's a handful of bunny lovers on this app (myself included), but i find it devastating that, in a way, every interpretation of his character is only that—an interpretation. we will never know who bunny really was because he himself doesn't even know.

there's a line in the book that's really stuck with me, where richard states how the less you know bunny, the more you feel like you do. and that perfectly explains the kind of person bunny is. he doesn't have a defined identity, and so much of him is repressed. he has lived his life the way he thinks he should, not the way he wants. he was never given the choice to pick what he wanted.

that's why he's attached so much of his identity to henry. down to wearing the same glasses he does and changing his major. he wants to be Someone so badly, even if that someone isn't him.

who is this DIVAAAA

Francis Abernathy

learning lately that a lot of confidence is about owning up. like "yeah i'm a little addicted to my phone right now" or "yeah i'm not really over this person yet" or "yeah i still get pretty anxious in crowds" just saying anything at all but then following it up w "but i'm trying to get better" and being super nonchalant and unaffected. so powerful. you would literally be undefeatable in the face of even the most judgmental person. no one can judge you for things you already know about yourself and are trying to improve on. the trick is to know yourself from the inside out, to hold yourself accountable, and to actively improve every day. like that is literally the secret to never feeling like you're at the mercy of somebody else's judgment

i wish there was a way to have an autopsy that didnt kill u. i think it would be so cathartic

i want a henry winter so bad so i can kick him a bunch

Henry Winter's time of the month (he has a headache 😞)

Do you think Henry doesn’t like swearing because it reminds him of his father? Maybe his father said ‘fuck’ a lot and that’s partially why he snapped at the end when Charles said it. I think Henry’s also a bit prudish.

I think he’s just self-obsessed and he thinks that not swearing makes him better than others, or maybe he thinks it’s common. if you read back through my stuff you’ll see evidence of henry swearing, because i think that he only swears during sex- and even then, i think he’d prefer to do it in a language that at least sounds romantic (hence what you get if you translate my username from latin), but i’ll die on the hill that henry only swears during sex.

maybe that’s why he doesn’t do it in public, because it’s a private thing (we all know how he went off about the word fuck, so maybe that was why)

tldr henry only swears during sex

does anyone have any idea why the greek class actually went to Francis’ lake house or was that just something they did sometimes? Richard mentions them being there when it first snowed, during Henry’s birthday, but he was just randomly invited one weekend? And then him and Charles talked about not wanting to go back to Hampden so I was thinking it was over the span of something like a thanksgiving break but I would think Richard would mention that.

The Secret History destroyed my life like what do you mean I can't drink wine and study classical literature and spend the nights in a countryside mansion with piano echoing through the dark halls and break through the confines of humanity in a bacchanal and commit a string of murders and try to escape but eventually kill myself in a blaze of glory, ultimately shattering the lives of the people around me? That I can't escape the cognitive mode of experience and transcend the accident of my moment of being? That I can't lose my self, lose it utterly? What do you mean I can't live without thinking?