lorelai gilmore defence squad

obsessed with saying “both. love wins” when asked to make a decision between two things…it is not functional and nothing is solved but u know what? love won. what else matters truly

an author i love just tweeted about how “big joy and small joy are the same” and how she was just as content the other night eating chocolate and cuddling her dog as she was on her Big Trip to new york and honestly. i think that’s it. this morning i was listening to an audiobook while baking shortbread in my joggers and i realised i really didn’t care what Big Things happened in my future as long as i could keep baking and reading at the weekend and maybe that is the kind of bar we have to set to guard ourselves against disappointment. just appreciate and cherish the mundane stuff and see everything else as a bonus.

this is almost certainly a post ive made before but when a character’s grief is so strong it fully alters the form of the narrative itself… moby dick being so much longer than strictly necessary because ishmael’s grief made him stall for time in the telling of the tragedy… harrow the ninth being in second person because harrow was so grief-stricken that she herself was not capable of making narrative sense of the events of the novel and so someone else had to do it…. do u know what i mean

happy one year anniversary to this clusterfuck of a week

Jesus fucking Christ this is somehow both only a year ago, but also just a year ago?????

The people in 1897 were mentally in 2030

i am obsessed with the reoccurring use of ‘the girl in the dress’ in ‘dear john’, and i have always thought it was such a clever use of language. the way she is being described by only two identifying features, being a ‘girl’ and wearing ‘a dress’ suggests the purely sexualised way that ‘john’ sees the narrator, and draws on sexist stereotypes  by suggesting that he sees her as weak and defenseless because she is so ‘typically’ feminine. the lack of names and descriptions also means that this could be any one of the ‘long list of traitors’ in ‘john’s’ life crying the whole way home, which shows how they are interchangeable and completely replaceable to him like material objects. i think this is so interesting and think it works as a comment on the objectification of all women in society, as well as the victim-blaming culture we live in. far too many women have been that girl in the dress who cried the whole way home, and rather than blaming the man who caused their emotional trauma, those suffering women have just been told that they ‘should have known’ and the narrator’s first instinct is to blame herself. it’s essentially a parallel of the ‘they were asking for it’ ideology. the best part is how taylor subverts this though, john is then portrayed as someone who plays with fire, through the image of the girls that he has ‘burned… out’. the song then flips the narrative when the narrator steals his matches and sets the town alight, because if john was playing with fire… well then he was obviously asking to get burned, right? the narrator knows this as the final lines fade out with her changing ‘i should have known’ for ‘you should have known’. it’s calling out double standards at it’s finest

no offense but wouldn’t it be nice if we were older then we wouldn’t have to wait so long and wouldn’t it be nice to live together in the kind of world where we belong

One time a friend told me that if she wanted to have a chill night she would come to me and ask for tea and a book to read. I didn’t like tea at the time, but I always made sure my cupboards had them in case she needed a quiet night. One time I told my boss that I loved oranges, but couldn’t peel them because of my nails. For a year he made sure to peel me one at least once a week. Once my friends gave me a made up superlative of “most likely to have a pen they could borrow” and ever since I’ve made sure I always carry a pen with me. A long time ago, my high school librarian told me that no one would care what my grade in my sophomore chemistry class was if I’m bringing them doughnuts and asking them about their day.

Sometimes friendship is about carrying pens and peeling oranges. But the point is, surrounding yourself with people who you want to do the little things for. The point of it all is bringing in the doughnuts because you’ve found the people who deserve the doughnuts.

And I’m so fucking lucky, and I don’t always say it or even think it. Because I have friends who send me letters and who told me when the cafeteria at work had chopped tomatoes and who want to watch Scream with me and it just hits me sometimes that this world can do the ugliest things to people, but as long as I still have a friend who will point out dogs on the sidewalks to me then I have something amazing to live for. And as long as I have pals who I want to make peppermint bark for, then I have a reason to keep pushing this world to be better.