Anthropologist/Nerd

Ironically given Mike Judge’s politics, the actual meaning of “idiocracy” is about as close to “individualism” as Ancient Greek can get. “Idio-” means “individual, private”—seen also in “idiosyncracy”. Idiotes literally means “private citizen”, but in I think the Hellenistic period it shifted to mean “untrained layman”, and from there it was a short step to “stupid person”.

Excuse you?!??! Of course I love all my Infernal Devices and non-Infernal devices books equally?!

I wish everyone would admit that classic literature is inherently difficult to read, and that you shouldn’t feel stupid if you don’t “get it”. Especially the dark academia/ classic lit fandoms and stuff. Like unless you have the vocabulary and pop culture knowledge of an 18th century nobleman, it’s going to be a tough read. It’ll take you longer to read; you’re not stupid if you’ve spent several months on a single book! And you don’t have to enjoy everything. It’s okay if you got bored after one chapter of Wuthering Heights, and couldn’t be bothered to read the rest. It’s okay if you want to read your favourite kids book for the 10th time instead. You’re not stupid. No piece of literature is inherently better, more “important”, more “meaningful”, or more “intellectual” than another. First and foremost, read what brings you joy.

when oscar wilde said "i'm tired of myself tonight, i should like to be someone else' and when sylvia plath said ''i wish i knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart" and when rilke said "this heavy humanness" .

There’s something just so right about Kaz Brekker being played by Freddy Carter with his little upturned nose and I can’t explain it

i literally can’t stop thinking abt that richard siken quote where he falls to the floor crying but all he can focus on is the details of the wall in front of him

“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realise you didn’t paint it very well.”

I don't know about the rest of you but personally no plot twist or character death will ever cause me as much emotional torment as William Herondale and James Carstairs both living happy, fulfilling lives with the woman they love but not being allowed to be together and spending every moment of their lives wishing they could share it with their parabatai.

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