aesthetics: a memoir

Falling out of a story hurts. But it’s nothing compared to the loss of an actual person, the loss of all the bright details that make up that person. All the flashing, radiant fragments that constitute an affair, or a love. If there has been a betrayal, you may find yourself holding each of these fragments up to a new light and rotating them there, watching each one grow an unwanted shadow.
—  Maggie Nelson, The Red Parts: a Memoir
You can’t stay in the dark for too long. Something inside you starts to fade, and you become like a starving person, crazy-hungry for light.
—  The Joy Luck Club
The clear awareness of having been born into a losing struggle need not lead one into despair. I do not especially like the idea that one day I shall be tapped on the shoulder and informed, not that the party is over but that it is most assuredly going on—only henceforth in my absence. (It’s the second of those thoughts: the edition of the newspaper that will come out on the day after I have gone, that is the more distressing.) Much more horrible, though, would be the announcement that the party was continuing forever, and that I was forbidden to leave. Whether it was a hellishly bad party or a party that was perfectly heavenly in every respect, the moment that it became eternal and compulsory would be the precise moment that it began to pall.
—  Christopher Hitchens, Hitch-22: A Memoir
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“There are so many funny women in the world, and there has been for so many years, so I’ll be happy when people can just move on from that, and things can just be ‘comedies’ and not ‘female’ or ‘male,’ and everyone gets an equal opportunity.”

Happy 43rd Birthday, Kristen Wiig! (August 22nd, 1973)

  • family: *goes out*
  • me: comin outta my cage and ive been doin just fine
  • me: LET IT GOOOOOOOOOOOO LET IT GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CANT HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE
  • me: and the walls kept tumblin DOWN in the city that we LOOOOOUUUUUVVVEEEEEE
  • me: saaaarrahh smiles like saaarrah doesnt cARE
  • me: IM ALIVE IM ALIVE I AM SO ALIVE
  • me: iTS WERE MY DEMONS. HIDE. ITS. WHERE. MY. DEMONS. HIDE.
  • me: wellitisntmyfaultiwasgiventhosebeansyoupersuadedmetotradeawaymycowforbeansandwithoutthosebeanstheredhavebeennostalktogetuptothegiantsinthe fiRST PLACE WAITAMINUTE magicbeansforacowsooldthatyouhADDATELLALIETOSELLITwhichyoUTOLD
  • me: cOME OUT VIRIGINIA. DONT LET ME WAIT YACATH-OL-IC GIRLS START MUCHTOOOLATE
  • family: *comes home*
  • me: sup.

Stitches A Memoir… By David Small Review
Okay, so I read this book last night. It’s so good. And it’s a comic book. It’s a memoir though, a really deep one, which is odd for a graphic novel. But the illustrations just go so well with how it’s written.
The boy, David, goes through many hardships in his life. His mother doesn’t love him, and his dad never pays much attention to him. He has a brother but they’re not very close. He obtains a growth on his neck, that turns out to be cancer without him knowing until quite some time. They are able to remove it after several operations. He has no friends. His grandmother is crazy and ends up killing her second husband and is then sent to an insane asylum, or whatever. He begins to rebel against his family. He walks in on his mother, who is secretly a lesbian. He eventually get’s sent to an all boys school, and after escaping three times, is sent back and needs psychiatric help. That becomes his haven. His mother dies when he becomes an adult. But he gains happiness through art and his new environment when leaving home at the age of sixteen. After his mother dies, he has this dream where he’s stuck in this big house, near the insane asylum where his grandmother was sent. He sees through a window his mother, smiling and sweeping a path that leads to the institution. Referring to that part, the last page of the book says, “I did not follow.”
Now, I didn’t quite list these events in chronological order. I was just listing the main things that were significant in the story. But there’s so much more that happens in between all of this. I just think it’s a beautiful story. And I liked the fact that it had raw, fucking emotions put into it.