l'infinita vanità del tutto

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

literary analysis being posited as this boring grueling penance that only miserable people insist on is very dumb as an idea but its even more dumb to me, the guy who gets so excited about it that he has to clap and pound his fists against the ground and walk in circles at a dizzying speed unbeknownst to man

I WANT TO READ ALL THE BOOKS, STUDY ALL THE LANGUAGES, ADMIRE ALL THE ART... BUT I AM JUST SO TIRED!!!

there are days when i regret not studying literature but i believe that choosing to read for pleasure, and occasionally abandoning my actual work in favor of immersing myself in tales makes the whole act of reading feel like a romantically illicit affair

i’m obsessed with the mum from ponyo. driving single lane on a cliff edge? drift those turns in your nissan cube. husband has to work an extra shift? tell him to fuck off in morse code. pet fish turned into a child on your driveway? adopt her. town drowned in a tsunami? leave your 5 year old in charge, he’s the man of the house now

I don’t think the club could handle her

girl what's wrong? are you experiencing the sylvia plath fig tree in your head again?