Happy birthday Shakespeare. Thanks for your brilliant plays, massive contribution to the English language, and your bisexual sonnets which have been annoying homophobes for centuries.
aristotle can write as many books about greek tragedy as he wants but none of it will convince me that catharsis is anything more than a bunch of ancient greeks in a theater going “big fuckin mood” while they watch oedipus stab his eyes out
lit meme: [1/7] otps ↳ Anne Elliot and Fredrick Wentworth
“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope…I have loved none but you.”
inspo credit - @altraviolence
endless list of favorite book series: [8/?] → the heroes of olympus series
“It’s okay,” he said. “We’re together.” He didn’t say you’re okay, or we’re alive. After all they’d been through over the last year, he knew that the most important thing was that they were together. She loved him for saying that.
I’m so deep in academia that I’m pretty sure I think in 12 point Times New Roman font.
The moreness of him was beginning to show. The way ruins were excavated by an archaeologist. Brushstroke by brushstroke. Bit by bit. - Wolf by Wolf
jay gatsby’s car was a real hit with the ladies
i know literally nothing about great gatsby but i know tumblr and with that knowledge i am 500% sure that jay gatsby hits some motherfucker with his car
Tumblr: gateway to great literature.
MOVIE POSTERS: the raven cycle (part 2/2)
make w a y, make way for the r a v e n king
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books read in 2017: i’ll give you the sun by jandy nelson
“Quick, make a wish. Take a (second or third or fourth) chance. Remake the world.”
Sylvia Plath (via macrolit)
Me reading academic papers: incoherent nonsense. Bullshit. I could write better than this in my sleep
Me writing academic papers: this sentence is 206 words long and contains 19 commas & a semicolon, fuck you
Group Chat in Verona
And people wonder why I love what I study
Well, we’ve managed to get ourselves locked into the most secure prison in the world. We’re either geniuses or the dumbest sons of bitches to ever breathe air.
“Jude?”
I may never be used to the sound of my name on his lips.