This Song Is SO The Secret History

born to be a henry winter forced to be a richard papen

my grandma is currently halfway through TSH and yesterday when I asked her how she likes it and she was like “well no wonder they killed Bunny”

also she has lots of other savage opinions i love her

feeling that oppressive urge to have a group of friends who have weekly dinners at someone’s apartment, flock together on campus, debate literature and philosophy over wine soaked nights, study in the library together long after everyone’s gone, write each other letters when we’re apart for the holidays, run about the woods at night and be utterly, utterly free.

the 70s are 30 years ago and the 80s are 20 yeara ago. and the 90s are 10 years ago. and the 00s are not real. the 10s are the future. and in the 20s theyll have flying cars and time travel. hope this helps.

am I the only one that thinks we don’t really know much about Charles?

I mean, he was always a side character, we don’t really get to know him, anything. I feel like we know almost nothing about him, and then, in the second part of the book he is a really really important character. the police and FBI interrogations, his slow mental breakdown. we get so much information about him at once, his relationship with Camilla, his problems, him being abusive. but despite all of that I still feel like he wasn’t detailed enough and it’s confusing.

anyone feels the same?

"you got snap or insta?" i have a rope i can hang myself with

this year i’m gonna attend a college while being delusional and living my dark academia knowledge superiority classicist stunning university building beauty-craving soul fantasy

whole life convincing yourself that you’re emotionless, cold and unbothered only to realise many years later that you created that version of yourself because in reality you couldn’t bare the thought of being vulnerable in any way

and when you finally realise that it’s not something to be proud of you also realise that it’s too late to re-learn everything

you feel great shame because you finally see that you weren’t actually strong - all of it was a weakness. the thing you hated the most. you couldn’t embrace it

and worst of all - you realise that you’ve become exactly like the person who hurt you in the beginning

oh the urge to be part of a hedonistic slightly deranged secret society

reject booktok culture. go to the library and get a weird little novel you’ve never heard of in your life and read it all in 2 days like god intended.