“The fault,dear Brutus,is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”
oh why is it so hard to put it in words what i feel ?
sometimes the right path for you is the one no one will applaud or envy sometimes its getting to know yourself intimately without outside observation in mind
when life feels huge and isnt passing the vibe check i just have to repeat to myself “this heavy humanness” and move on
hanya yanagihara one of the greatest writers of all time fr because she didn't want to be famous or well liked, she wanted to be daring and controversial. she knew that she could have written one of these sensationally loved found family, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, happy ever after tropes book that would have really hit with people on tiktok and youtube but instead she wrote "he knows now: people don't change. he cannot change" and "between the ecstasy of being aloft and the anticipation of his landing, which he knows will be terrible, he knows that x will always equal x, no matter what he does" and she knew that some people would hate her for writing that. she did not censor out any horrifying reality of some people's lives, nor was she trying to make a book about trauma and abuse an easy read even though she knew that people would absolutely despise her for the perspective she provided. other authors can write books all they want but as long as authors care more about getting "must read tiktok sensation" stickers stuck onto their books rather than going back to understanding the purpose of art and literature, nobody's going to write crack cocaine literary pieces like a little life ever again.
Me, starting a book, being fully aware that it will destroy me mentally and emotionally: Now the fun begins!!!
i don't have a personality, i just have books that i'm obsessed with
is it just me or the books that I always delay reading are the ones that actually becomes my favorite
The Secret History by Donna Tartt
A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
there is a demon in your house named CARBON MONOXIDE. he enchants your mind with confusion and your body with exhaustion. you need to call a powerful exorcist named HVAC TECHNICIAN
anyway. Every once in a while you a read a book that slices your heart open and reminds you of the humongous amount of art and literature and people and experiences that could make you feel the same way and your heart kind of grows a little too much inside your chest and you find yourself aching for all of that beauty and all of these emotions and you wish with just a tiny bit of selfishness you could have it all at once just to make sure you don’t miss any of it
