CommitToTheLit

i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence

franz kafka was like the cavetown of his time. he was out there writing boys will be bugs before it was cool

hello tsh fans do you guys ever think about how richard and bunny used to go on walks with a dog together every sunday (similar to how utterson and enfield from ‘the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde’ went on walks together every sunday, and the novella is the main inspiration for tsh) and bunny was looking for richard on that very specific sunday (probably to take him on a walk) when they killed bunny. and how bunny’s dead body was found by a girl going on a walk with her dog? yeah just a thought

Henry had plenty of free time and disposable income. Bro could have gotten into Lego sets or something and saved everyone a lot of headaches

rip henry winter you would've despised ao3

You want me to make friends in college? The thing which killed bunny ? No , thanks .

do y'all ever think about how. even the great celestial hieroglyphs are bodies of dust illuminated. and if the heavens can be both. sacred and dust. maybe so can the rest of us?

As someone getting their PhD in literature, I can say with confidence that Bunny pulling a word like metahemeralism out of his ass is easily the most relatable thing Donna Tartt ever wrote.

i love books where characters do infinitely dumber shit than me like this book im reading where this guy just lived in a warehouse in vermont without heating in the coldest month of winter and he’s straight up hallucinating bc of the cold and get pneumonia and also a head wound. all i’ve done is have an awkward lunch with a team member

Richard Papen is the definition of do it for the plot

I feel like the raven cycle is what the secret history would have been if they had met younger in a better world. If they hadn’t been so obsessed with aesthetics and looking cool and haughty and intelligent to outsiders and were instead obsessed with the act of gaining knowledge, the act of loving each other. I think they’re two sides of the same coin, but one is written about a world filled with hope and the other about a world abandoned of hope.

oh my god there are so many books to read and instruments to learn and languages to speak and poems to write and oranges to eat and ideologies to study and songs to sing and films to watch and people to kiss and

more people should listen to fleet foxes methinks