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reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

You can tell a lot about a person by entering their mind palace and encountering their greatest fears and darkest hopes in a labyrinth reflective of their subconscious thoughts.

online numbers can really fuck you up when it comes to your creative work because you're sharing something you worked on with all your heart but it's very important to remember there's actual people behind those numbers. even if it's 1. that's one whole actual person. that's a human being who said "haha nice". that's a connection with a REAL person with a REAL life and REAL thoughts and feelings and experiences. like. damn. that should mean something

kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

So lemme get this straight: Ishmael’s clearly unhealthy obsession with whales as evidenced by his infodumping 500 gazillion cetology factoids of questionable provenance is “cute” and “world literature”, but when I, Ahab —

AHAB (assigned harpooner at birth)

Mutuals who follow me for my normal interests I’m so sorry that my entire page has been hijacked by a book written in the 1800s about gay whalers.

Started reading Moby Dick last night and truly was not prepared for how this book really does just start like "yo, I'm Ishmael, and whenever I feel like I want to kill myself, I go and see if any ships are hiring sailors." Like oh, okay bestie!! That's how we're doing, huh?

Wow y'know I'd heard moby dick had some queer undertones but I was not prepared for the narrator to like fully get gay married. By chapter 10

I love going in the moby dick tag because like once a month you'll have someone be like "oh my god. This book is incredible. Why did I think this would be boring. This book has changed my life."

every day i think about how perfectly constructed, from a literary, craft standpoint, the opening chapter of moby dick is. and i get so mad both because its so good it makes me mad and because so many prominent 19th century reviewers didnt get it at all. victorian england did not deserve moby dick frankly