Every once and a while you get a glimpse of the person you could be. Grab that. Hold on to that. Work for it. Nothing is out of reach.
writing conclusions in papers is like the stupidest thing ever though like what’s the point of dedicating an entire paragraph to “so yeah i know you just read my paper but this is a summarization of what you read in case you need to be reminded about what you just read” like why can’t the paper just end
articles and essays I keep coming back to:
“joy” by zadie smith (about, well, joy)
“roaming the greenwood” by colm tóibín (ostensibly a book review of the history of gay literature but actually just very incisive thoughts on…the history of gay literature)
“the murder of leo tolstoy” by elif batuman (about exactly what it says in the title)
“the love that dare not squeak its name” by david rakoff (about, i swear to god, stuart little)
“a room of one’s own” by virginia woolf (I mean, you know)
the entire lingua franca archive but in particular “bio hazard” by fred kaplan (about writing a biography of gore vidal) and “the stand” by daniel mendelsohn (about the role of a philosopher (martha nussbaum love of my life) in a colorado gay rights case in the 90s)
“the professor of parody” by martha nussbaum (about judith butler)
It just dawned on me I was in love with my best friend 6 months ago. I didn’t really realise it at the time and it’s something that I really only kind of came to appreciate and understand now. My early twenties, I was an international disaster. I didn’t know myself and I was just listening to music that would try to appease the existential angst. But, I went through it and i’m here today. So, i’m fine.
When you start dating somebody and they make a post sayin “Physical attractiveness is not important to me. Its whats inside that counts “
quarantine is just having to confront your old hyperfixations as they resurface one by one like you're scott pilgrim and they're each one of ramona's exes