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
sometimes making tea is less about drinking it and more ab it keeping you company
The cat is wearing flowery clothes and black sunglasses outside. It’s very domineering.
if cannibalism in media has a million fans, im one of them
if metaphors using cannibalism has 5 fans, im one of them
if art of cannibalism has 1 fan, that one is me
if descriptions of cannibalism has no fans, i am no longer alive
if the world is against cannibalism i am against the world
LUCILLE CLIFTON
Due to personal reasons my heart will be thrilled by the still of your hand, that’s how I know now that you understand.
“And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.” - Edgar Allen Poe
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
a human heart cost $442,000 & I gave you mine for free you ungrateful bitch
today my literature prof was daydreaming about being a existentialist poet in 1960’s paris. he was going on about how he just wanted to drink wine in dusty bookshops and argue philosophical theories with strangers and i swear the entire class let out the most dreamy sigh… i’m convinced everyone who loves literature is the exact same person
all i'm saying is that sexy people isolate themselves from everyone and listen to music, read books and sleep to avoid their problems because existing in general is unbearable.