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my grandma reading TSH pt.2

Me: so what do you think about Francis?

Grandma: awww, he’s such a sad homosexual

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

gays are like: i go to the art museum. i look at a painting. i contemplate the irreconcilable loneliness at the very core of my existence. i look at another painting.

My friends: "you've never had a crush on a fictional man in a book?... you're lying"

meanwhile, men in the books I've read:

• man murders ppl to test out a theory

• man makes a person out of limbs to test the limits of science and then abandons it

• man turns into a bug and dies

• man shoots another man because the sun was too hot

• man stabs his friend because of moral corruption and arrogance

im not lying it's not that hard i promise

do you think henry ever stayed up late unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling in his room thinking about the fact that he had killed two people and didn't hate it. thinking about the fact he might go on to kill more people just for the thrill of it; that if he killed himself he might just be saving the world from another serial killer, and how nice it would be to die the saint and not the sinner

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.

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

Life is short. Drink another coffee. Read another book. Listen to your favourite song again. Hug your mom. Laugh. Cry. Dance in the rain. Push your friend off a cliff because of a milkshake.

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