The world is quiet here.

oh to be a rich person in the 1920s traveling by luxury steam train across europe

and then a murder happens during the journey that me and my fellow passengers are all suspects in

what the FUCK was Tchaikovsky thinking when he wrote the pas de deux for the sugar plum fairy????dude wrote that first buildup and then he fucking edges you with some fakeout crescendo that sounds absolutely amazing. then boom, you think he's going in for his big finish, he's got that second moment where all the instruments are coming together and it sounds otherworldly but he's like WAIT hoes I ain't even finished yet. then BOOM he hits you with the most magical, transcendent, beautiful fucking note change after that third buildup and MY GOD!!!! it's just too good. Tchaikovsky, that absolutely madman. I know the Russians were tripping the fuck out in the ballet when he dropped this. just,,MUAH perfection!!!

classic lit hits different than modern lit not because modern lit lacks depth but because there’s something so incredible about reading something and knowing that hundreds of years before you people were living, breathing, loving, the same way you do now. like one hundred years ago someone read these same words and felt them and read them just as you do today, and you’re connected despite the times that separates you