made a drawing of snoopy reading the brothers karamazov

this scene is what gothic romance dreams are made of

it’s always ‘wyd’ and never ‘yicbswy’

Nabokov was here 📝

This too shall pass, but what the fuck

Me explaining my research to anybody who asks

What if the real conclusion was the paragraphs I wrote along the way

We’re both sick of Ulysses.

Adolescence is incredible.

My first published article! modernistreviewcouk.wordpress.com/2025/03/20/ink…

sylvia plath

My body needs it—the hot baths, the care, the soft water, the perfume, the warmth. I take on the colors of the flowers, the bloom, the delicacy. It becomes me.

It’s so amazing how much I love doing my PhD when I get 5 minutes away from Ulysses.

Grief is love with nowhere to go.

Kidnappers returning me after listening to me talk about my thesis topic for 1 hour

Introspection is a devouring monster. You have to feed it with much material, much experience many people, many places, many loves, many creations, and then it ceases feeding on you.

Angels swim in it, and the stars, in indifference also.