TSH spoilers:
I feel like we as a fandom do not talk about Henry’s symbolism in TSH enough. Like, that dude is the literal embodiment of death, and I just think it’s so damn cool. I mean, his whole obsession with language and literature stemmed from the fact that he almost died in a car accident. And then every death we see in the book (the farmer’s, Bunny’s, and his very own) is directly at his hands. The others were accomplices, sure, but Henry’s the one who takes action every time. And in Francis’s failed suicide and Richard’s near death in the epilogue, they both see Henry, not Bunny or Charles or what have you.
Henry is not only obsessed with death, he IS death. He’s the reaper who’s friends toy with their mortality all the time through drugs and booze. The reason they all admire him is not only because of his size and stature and brilliance; it’s because he’s dangerous. If beauty is indeed terror, than he’s the most beautiful of them all. They all have the life preservation skills of a fly, so of course they love Henry. And of course his actions constantly bring them closer to danger and death.
I don't see enough people talking about Judy poovy repeating exactly what the greek class just discussed in a simpler matter. It's the definition of men's deeply philosophical thoughts being just another Wednesday afternoon for teenage girls
this is style is so cool oh my days
Ok scanned my sketchbook here's some Secret History crap from what I've found
i love every character in the secret history. they're all freaks. they're all alcoholics. they're snobs. they deserve nothing but the worst. i adore them. i want to study them as if i were a mad ornithologist and they were rare, cantankerous, bastard birds.
call me Bunny Corcoran the way I’m about to. bullshit my way through all of my final essays.
girlhood means wanting to be like henry winter but ending up being a mix of francis abernathy and richard papen
The reason I'm shaking my head at Richard is that he should've learnt his lesson in school, not during his second shot at studying in college. Trying to fit into an aloof, mysterious group because you think you're more mature and deeper than everybody else, only to find out that the group in question is not that cool and they only hang out because they're insufferable to everyone else, not exclusive. That's typical middle school experience right there.
One guy desperately trying to squeeze into the group, a homophobe who everyone calls queer, a girl and a boy who have a secret code of communicating, another one who's blatantly gay, one that you can tell will grow up to have an addiction...
There was "the Greek class" in every school.
i feel like Henry Winter wouldn’t fall in love with someone who idolizes him, but quite the contrary; he’d fall for the girl who knows he’s a manipulative shit, too cocky for his own good but still likes him.
therefore, he’s into degradation. in this essay I will…
i love polaroids that look like dreams
"not to be controversial but bunny didn't deserve to be murdered" that's the point!! murder!! is!! bad!! (like, reblog, & follow to agree 🙏. ignore to condone murder👿)