grace

if i could inject suffragette city by bowie into my veins, i would.

heavy are the hips that wear the strap, or whatever it is they say.

yk what's attractive? an intellectual conversation. let's try that.

it pains me to my very core that i cannot read every book, watch every movie, and listen to every song. media and art are the most prevalent escapes in my life, and the fact that i can't consume them in their entirety is deeply troubling.

i think one of the most amazing things i have ever experienced is literature's ability to inflict emotion. it is truly a gift that some writers have the ability to make you feel so deeply simply through words on paper. i have experienced this time after time (most notably with of mice and men), and it never fails to impress me. i feel as if the sorrow inflicted in literature is more agonizing than that of visual media, and the happiness is much more powerful. the aptitude authors have to be able to describe a visual scene with as much vibrancy as they do is incredible nonetheless, but the ability to convey raw emotion in such a way is truly admirable. it just touches my heart and soul more effectively, especially when it comes to humour and sarcasm in dialogue. the elegance some writers have when describing emotion in a character is truly beautiful, and when a writer can do it well, it is their greatest tool.

everything is pissing me off rn so it’s probably my fault. whoops.