Tana French, The Likeness
"You are not part of the world. You are part of my soul."
My best friend, to me.
(oh, that everyone would have best friends like these)
“So my amazing daughter, Emma, turned 5 last month, and I had been searching everywhere for new-creative inspiration for her 5yr pictures. I noticed quite a pattern of so many young girls dressing up as beautiful Disney Princesses, no matter where I looked 95% of the “ideas” were the “How to’s” of how to dress your little girl like a Disney Princess…We chose 5 women (five amazing and strong women), as it was her 5th birthday but there are thousands of unbelievable women (and girls) who have beat the odds and fought (and still fight) for their equal rights all over the world”
- Jaime Moore, Not Just a Girl
"One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast….a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards."
writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
through written words alone
"Am I worth the leap?
Am I worth the falling for?
Am I worth the fear?"
"We don’t need to have just one favorite. We keep adding favorites. Our favorite book is always the book that speaks most directly to us at a particular stage in our lives. And our lives change. We have other favorites that give us what we most need at that particular time. But we never lose the old favorites. They’re always with us. We just sort of accumulate them."
none of you were as excited for the to kill a mockingbird movie as you are for the great gratsby #notrealliteraturefans
Because apparently there’s such a thing as “real” and “fake” literature fans, now.
If you’re reading To Kill A Mockingbird OR The Great Gatsby, I’m thrilled.
Heck, if you’re reading, I’m thrilled.
I’m an English major (not a “real” or “fake” literature fan, but just a literature fan), and if they did a remake of Huckleberry Finn tomorrow, I would not be as excited as I am for Gatsby because I am not a fan of Mark Twain. And this does not make me a “fake” fan of literature. It just makes me a reader. Even human. I like some things, and I don’t like other things.
But, hey, at least I read.
Realization: we may not be talking about the same movie because this whole time, I’ve been thinking about The Great Gatsby, but this person has been writing about The Great “Gratsby.”
Miscommunication problems. Soap box meeting adjourned.
But the moral of the story:
Please, everyone. Just go read a good book and stop trying to salvage your miserable little ego by making up imaginary categories of privilege.
This has been a rant.
Just somethin beautiful to keep your perspective as we head into finals week. :]
"We love life not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving."
My professor sees me, from a distance, walking to class, and yells...
- Professor: Stimson!
- Me: Yes?
- Professor: I remember what I was trying to remember.
- Me: Oh. Um. What?
- Professor: Hail damage.
- Me: Hail damage? What?
- Professor: Yes, hail damage.
- Me: Is this supposed to have something to do with class--
- Professor: Hail damage is what we used to call cellulite.
- Me: Haha, well, I definitely don't remember talking about that in class... I thought we talked about fuckability in Shteyngart?
- Professor: Yes, it's true.
- Me: Is there a direct correlation between "hail damage" and fuckability?
- Professor: Yes, Stimson. I believe there is.
- Me: Ok.
"You’ll never find the answers ‘til you set your old heart free."
“Hello My Old Heart,” The Oh Hello’s