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She’s a 10 but she lives off of academic validation while simultaneously procrastinating like she’s been promised immortality
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Thinking of the larger context of LOTR and like, the fellowship swapping old war stories and shit and Sam just says “Yeah I killed a huge spider…Shelob, I think?”
And Gandalf just blinks and is like, “You what now?”
“Yeah, killed it. Had to save Frodo”
Gandalf elects not to tell Sam that he killed the spawn of a primordial demon.
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some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
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If philosophy departments’ mottos were honest, they’d be:
“The art of forcing yourself into an existential crisis”
Descartes’ demon, Kant’s deathbed sigh, Nietzsche’s mad laughter – if philosophy amounts to anything, it is a testament to the stark realization that thought is an aberration. We are mistaken if we think that thought serves us as human beings, our hopes and desires. Thought fails us – thought works too well for our own good. What hubris to think that thought is “inside” our cavernous, hollowed-out skulls…
Eugene Thacker, Infinite Resignation
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May 22nd, 1912
Franz Kafka, Diaries (1910-1923)
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an underrated detail in pride and prejudice is that elizabeth bennett was home alone on the day darcy proposed because she had a headache. can you imagine. this was in the pre-painkillers era. you're at home with a headache and then this asshole walks into the room and tells you he loves you and wants to marry you even though he hates your whole family and you're beneath him. imagine having to deal with that while also having a headache. she doesn't even have ibuprofen
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There’s this one incredible fanfic I read years ago. It bugs me though.
You see, I was talking with the author while they were writing the last few chapters; we became friends of sorts. They told me they had the last chapter planned and they were writing it. We spoke a bit and they were telling me how sad and excited they were to be finishing the fanfic. Well, they never finished it. The author disappeared.
I texted the author to see if they were okay, but I never got a response. The fanfic remains unfinished, and the author hasn’t been online since the last update.
I feel like something happened to the author because they were soooo excited to finish the fic. There was no way they abandoned the fic.
The fic’s last update was (I shit your not) 31st October 2019
Do you ever remember an unfinished and abandoned fic from years ago which touched you so deeply that it still sometimes resurfaces and lingers in your mind?
And you’re just like, dear unknown author, i hope you are doing well, wherever you are. It wasn’t finished but i loved it, thank you for your words.
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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.
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Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.
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I want Columbo and Lord Henry Wotton to meet.
They're both master bullshittets in different ways - Columbo will say inane bullshit to lower everyone's guards when he asks the real questions, whereas Lord Henry waxes poetic about whatever he finds funniest at the moment.
Columbo will ask "Say, I noticed something. Your- the way from the front door to your chambers - it's all left turns. Why is that?" And Lord Henry will answer "like the majestic sunflower, to nourish itself it turns eastwards in the morning and westward in the eve, I turn right in the morning and left in the evening. Have you ever seen me eat? Moisturize? Brush my teeth? That's because I dont! The secret to my everlasting beauty and inhuman health is my directionality! After sunrise the right turn is my ambrosia and after high noon the left turn is my fountain of youth, and if I ever dare mix them I will end my life before I wilt a single moment!"
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I had to leave notes at the end of my essays just so that my English teachers understood my approach to the topic 🤣 otherwise I’d lose marks for “not following the assignment properly” because they didn’t understand the nuances and symbolism in my writing 😂😭
I knew I was the problem when I started thinking that my high school English teacher was not smart enough to understand my essays.
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Someone : What is dark academia?
Me (an Oscar Wilde pretentious intellect) : to define is to limit.
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Kaveh Akbar, from "Heritage", Calling a Wolf a Wolf
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*pigeon meme* is this Oscar Wilde
I have two aspirations in life: to be beautiful and to be disgustingly overeducated.
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I love you paperbacks I love you hardcover books I love you special editions I love you graphic novels I love you ebooks I love you audiobooks I love you advance reading copies I love you first editions I love you hand bound books I love you coffee table books I love you cookbooks I love you board books I love you picture books I love you books I love you I love you
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