shitty literature

The pain you caused me was the most beautiful and inspiring thing to ever happen to me. And if I had to do it all over again, I would do it again quicker than it took for you to leave and shut the door.

Quotes from Books I Read in 2017
↳ [1/?] The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

” He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature. ”

Would you believe I’m still reading Wuthering Heights?! It’s been two weeks since I first started. We had a class discussion yesterday about our feelings toward the novel, and for some reason, I don’t quite know how to feel. On the one hand, the characters—all of them!— are so deplorable. On the other hand, I can’t deny that this is a great piece of literature. Have you read this book? What do you think of it?


You gave me the truth today, so I’ll share mine: even if it meant us being friends again, I don’t think I would want to go back to how it was before—who I was before. And this…” He jerked his chin toward the scattered crystals and the bowl of water. “I think this is a good change, too. Don’t fear it.”

I want to tell him everything
To the endless nights I spend wishing I was holding him
Wishing I could shower him with kisses
To the days I spend staring at him with so much joy and love I could explode
I want him to know how much he means to me
I want him to know I love him so much my heart aches
I want him to know I could listen to him forever and never get tired
I want him to know I could just look at him for hours and my feelings could only get stronger
I want him to know I could never leave him
Mostly, I just want him to know he has my heart and soul
I will never let go of him because I don’t know if I could even if I wanted too

It’s always August there.
My hair is a mess and I carry
five worlds to bed; they perfume
the sheets, and in turn, my skin.

My body still burns cold during
the heavy nights. The half moons
never faded from my hips.

Home could be in the hollows of my
cheeks, or in the crook of your neck with
your arms around me always,
but I am ever too
restless, restless, restless
to settle down after nine every evening.

—  Kali Leone

anonymous asked:

Ignore the other anon tbh it sounds like a great idea

It’s meant to be fun and self-indulgent. It’s just funny to me that someone would consider a humorous modern homage to pulp fiction to be “the most pretentious thing ever conceived”, ‘cause back in the day, hardboiled detective serials were considered extremely lowbrow, kinda shitty literature only a step above superhero comics.

here’s the thing about saying “you can’t call people with (mental illness) abusive ever because if you do you’re ableist” 

abusers can be anything, they can be anyone

abusers will use anything to justify their abuse

I PERSONALLY KNOW, and was abused by, people with BPD who called me ableist for calling them abusive because “it’s ableist to call people with BPD abusive” and while I GET that there is a ton of fucking shitty literature that says that all people with BPD (especially the women) are inherently abusive - which IS ableist, no class of people is inherently abusive because of (shared trait), people are abusive BECAUSE THEY ABUSE and that’s it (and also ppl with BPD tend to be abuse survivors themselves etc) - a rhetoric that does not allow for abusers to exist within a specific group of people is one that will be exploited by abusers. Always. 

1. we spent the night in a hotel room we were too young to have gotten into without a fake id and an extra 50. he said something like my hair shined the same way the booze did when the static from the tv hit it, or i smelled cleaner than the shower curtains did, he might’ve even said that i smelled like home on a sunday morning. whatever it was i was flattered and as a show of gratitude i fucked him. i fucked him and he let me and he whispered i love you in my ear and i believed him because he believed himself whether it was true or not.
2. he asked me where my mother grew up and why my dad told so many stories and he asked me if i was close with my brothers or if i hated the way my sister hated me and he always ordered my coffee the way i liked and he didn’t laugh when i spelt almost every word on my essays wrong he loved when i experimented with perfumes he inhaled me no matter what
3. i could write about the way he walked from one end of the room to another. i did write about the way he walked from one end of the room to another. multiple times. he filled a room the way he filled me.
4. with the sun as her lips and and the moon as her body with mars in between her thighs and comets in her hair with earth on her finger tips and neptune within her eyes with meteors falling effortlessly from her mouth and astroids imperfecting her skin she has aphrodite as her mind and prometheus as her soul the universe has nothing on her. the universe has catching up to do.
5. we communicated exclusively through my writings.
—  A.J.M // five people that changed me in the span of one year
Fifty Shades of Shit

I’m tired. No really, while I think it’s great that certain books like Twilight and Fifty Shades of Grey get above average readers (way above average), the end result is a dumbing down of the masses and literary works. Good lord, I’m starting to sound like Philip Roth.

I guess on the one hand I’m happy that people are buying the book Fifty Shades if for no other reason than they’re reading them. On the other hand, the writing in this work is worse than Stephenie Myer's—if that is even possible.

Where I work (at the last largest chain of bookstores in the U.S.) people (mostly women) come in by the droves and buy the Fifty Shades book. People, who in all honesty, never even frequent bookstores are coming in and buying this book. Perhaps these women are sexually repressed and “need” a wild vicarious sex life to find some semblance of fulfillment. Who knows? I think they would be reading a far better work if they bought a copy of D.H. Lawrence’s Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Can you tell this frustrates me? :-)