getting back into lotr is like. i believe in the power of choosing to do good even when you don’t feel like you’re good. the power of healing instead of hurting even if healing hurts more than hurting. the power of being unable to heal and of finding relief in the unknown. i want to be kinder. i want to be better. i want to be gentle and unburdened again but i have to walk on and on. does any of this have meaning? why of course even if you can’t remember or find the meaning of it in this very instance. it’s okay. you can cry. it’s okay. you did your best. what does it mean to be a good person? i want to believe that i can change and change the course of things even if i’m insignificant in the grand scheme of things. no one is insignificant in the grand scheme of things. i would walk with you to the end of the world and beyond to the next world too and the one after that. don’t leave me behind. i love you. i love you and i must leave you but i will always remember you. i love you. until our roads converge once more, be happy and eat well. thank you for following me to the end, i’ll see you again after the last star falls.
been thinking about trees
the idiot, fyodor dostoevsky
Not sure how universal this experience is, but Tolkien’s concept of sea-longing resonated with me because I grew up in a coastal town and every time I have to live for an extended period of time away from the coast, I get this almost claustrophobic feeling that only goes away when I return to the seashore
Written on the Body, Jeanette Winterson
do you have any recs for your fave queer authors? :)
Oh hum—off the top of my head, my favourite queer authors include (but are not limited to? My brain is a colander):
Malin Rydén (read Fallen Hero and Breaks) Anne Carson (read Autobiography of Red and Bakkhai) Maggie Nelson (read The Argonauts) Mary Oliver (read Felicity and Upstream) Roland Barthes (read A Lover's Discourse) Virginia Woolf (read Orlando and The Waves) Sarah Waters (read Fingersmith and A Little Stranger and The Paying Guests) Carmen Maria Machado (read Her Body and Other Parties) Catullus, Sappho, you get the gist on the Ancients Octavia Butler (read Dawn, Wild Seed) Natalie Diaz (read Postcolonial Love Poem) Daphne du Maurier (although the Gender in there is... well, it's terrifying) Marguerite Yourcenar (read Fires and if you have French, La Couronne et La Lyre) Marlon James' Black Leopard Red Wolf, Jeanette Winterson's The Passion and Alice Oswald's Dart and Carol Ann Duffy's Rapture also come to mind. Gems.
Oh, and for lovey-dovey indulgence, track John Cage's letters to Merce Cunningham. Saps, both of them. (Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West's aren't much better).
I have my eye on Cameron Awkward-Rich's collections, if I can get my hands on them, Langston Hughes' Montage of a Dream Deffered, James Baldwin’s Giovanni’s Room and Harry Dodge's My Meteorite: Or, Without the Random There Can Be No New Thing.
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My Chemical Romance, "I Never Told You What I Do For A Living" (2004) / Edward John Poynter, The Ides Of March (1883) / William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, III.i.58-60 / Julius Caesar, V.v.13-14 / William Holmes Sullivan, 'Julius Caesar,' Act II, scene 3, The Conspiracy / Julius Caesar, V.i.56-58/ Julius Caesar, II.i.76-81