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richard calling himself straught then spending paragraphs upon paragraphs wondering if bunny, francis, charles, and henry are gay... dude why do you wanna know so badly

While ur having fun laughing waiting for new years eve remember that the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation.

Richard at the end of TSH saying "after Henry died we all kind of drifted apart" like yeah I imagine 2 out of 6 members of the friend group being dead kinda fucks up the vibe a little bit

the secret history is such a great book but sometimes i just sit there and think. damn. how can someone be so insufferable. but its all of them. they're all insufferable.

The best line in tsh isnt cubitum eamus or redistribution of matter its actually "whats the story deerslayers" spoken by bunny 2 min before being murdered.

Hoping for a secret history summer where I drink too much and try to ignore the murderous intent of my slowly fracturing friend group

half the thoughts i have aren't mine and i don't know where they're coming from

I NEED TO WRITE FANFICTION <- guy who is perfectly capable of writing fanfiction <- guy who is not writing fanfiction

As much as Richard is a bad person I think the fandom gravely underestimates his trama. Like no one EVER talks about how his dad literally beat him? Compared to the other characters who get paragraphs of an analysis based on their childhood,trauma, and their mental health issues, Richard is barely acknowledged. ALSO evey single time, instead of talking about how something is clearly wrong with Richard and he even has lots of sychopathic tendencys and how his trama has affected him, chalk his actions down to him just being annoying and a bad person. I'll probably make a longer post about this.

an interest passing feels like being abandoned by the evil spirit that had taken possession of your body

richard and francis is a dynamic that i will always prefer platonically over romantically. they really were just two dumb bitches telling each other exactly

My Roman Empire is Henry reciting long passages from Madame Bovary in French while he watches Camilla walking her greyhound (« Sa pensée, sans but d’abord, vagabondait au hasard… »).