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Lately I’ve had a fiction funk, where nothing fictional seems to catch my interest for longer than the first 100 pages. Sometimes I’ll maybe read a novel because I’m on a plane or a bus or something but sometimes I get bored and go to sleep. Which is funny considering that my undergraduate degree involved lots of reading and lots of enjoying said readings. But maybe it’s the kind of weird funk I’ve been in that just made fiction never really resonate for me, and I wouldn’t have the patience for it.
But anyway, this, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, is the first novel I can remember truly loving in the longest time. It’s got thinly veiled queer relationships, class struggle and intersections of radicalism and race and how white privilege ends up jutting out in said discussions. Anyway, I think people here may enjoy reading it because I did. I loved it.
yeah, this is just about my favorite book.
Carson McCullers went to my highschool. Everyone hated on this/her for being supposedly “vagina-obsessed”. guess what, this book is pretty boss.
cool my parents are fighting and i got yelled at for taking my dad’s side when i’m not taking any side i just want them to stop being twerps
so i bought a bunch of (expensive) tea, a glass mug (so i can properly gauge steeping), and some cheap art supplies. i get home and break the mug.
i don’t know what i’m going to eat for dinner and i’m not hungry anyway.
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Hell yeah get it BUB
this lil alien is killin me!
Shredded Cheese
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can’t sleep so i’m listening to and polishing these mixes that track what songs i listened to by each season two years ago. so far i have:
FALL 2009
WINTER 2010
SPRING 2010
SUMMER 2010
FALL 2010
WINTER 2011
after that it gets a little too diffused to really track/i started making more physical mixes based on what i liked at that moment so they are chronicled that way.
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