I’m Sorry But If You’re Not Proud Af Of Your Girl And Supportive Of All Her Positive And Exciting

Due to personal reasons my heart will be thrilled by the still of your hand, that’s how I know now that you understand.

bring back homeric epithets. call people brave-hearted, swift-footed, laughter loving and loud thundering. view the world with its rosy fingered and saffron robed dawns, its wine dark seas. make your own, walk across kiln fired earth and moss soft as sea sponges. be dew-eyed and soft-cheeked and silver-souled, deft-fingered and bright-tongued. gaze up at the many-storied stars and feel the warmth of the ancient sun, father of gods and men, as it beats down on the shimmering world, soft spun like caterpillar silk

ok so just to soothe my aching sickened soul id like to point out that catcher in the rye is about a boy dealing with intense depression and grief over losing his younger brother and this is why he fails out of school. he spends the book searching for deep human connections and grows increasingly frustrated that no one seems to understand him and everyone only seems to be surface level interacting. he just wants to feel seen and loved. 

he also recalls, upon visiting his old teacher, the way that he was molested as a child. the entire point of this book is that holden caulfield is a boy struggling with depression and trauma and he wants to save other children from experiencing the harshness of the world that he had to experience when he was younger. 

pls stop saying this book is pretentious and that he’s sociopathic. all that is doing is demonizing very common depression thought patterns and making people who suffer from trauma and mental illness seem like they are sociopaths. ty send post 

sad, sad day.

Franny Choi, Soft Science

i know this isn’t really original but im obsessed with how english words that refer to the bodily, the tangible, the elemental etc are so often of anglo-saxon/germanic origin e.g. (heart, blood, jaw, flesh) or observable phenomena, like adjectives describing light (glisten, gloaming, glitter, gleam, gloom, glow, dark, fire) or places (hearth, hall, hill), and the most stark, primal emotions or states (hate, love, life, lust, death) and of course fuck, shit, bitch, cunt etc– these often monosyllabic, consonant heavy words…and then you have the lilting, limpid romance/latinate, words like acquiesce and exacerbate and agrarian and pellucid and clemency and lucidity…and how maybe the secret of all great english language poetry is a textural balancing of the push-pull of the germanic and the romantic/latinate, a balancing of these two energies. like some of the most powerful moments in shakespeare are where the verbosity falls away and you have these plain utterances (“to be or not to be” or lear’s dying “look there look there”– all anglo saxon words) that are so powerful precisely because the language is so ornate elsewhere. i once came up with an elaborate wildly incoherent theory about this in the pub with some drunk american masters student who was dressed like harry styles

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

not to be r*mantic on main but i deserve to be able to climb onto the roof of an abandoned building and stargaze with someone i love at least once in my life

“And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.” - Edgar Allen Poe