Been thinking about another William Faulkner quote lately:
“Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it.
Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.”
A lot of my writing is about to be thrown out the window.
Happy End of Finals Week and the Semester to those celebrating!
in my mind Henry finished the translation of Paradise Lost and Richard found it in the glove compartment of Henry's car after his death
i love my erratic and enigmatic henry winter
@<3
You became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.
Mahmoud Darwish
Yesterday I was talking with a friend of mine about what to write in a dating app bio and the only things I could come up with were:
I love studying (knowing more and more make me feel better than anything you'll do, potential lover), I love a good conversation (but if you'll know more than me then, believe me, I would do research just to beat you), I love reading (mainly morbid, strangely creepy yet beautiful books I will end up relating to, somehow, despite my dull life), I love playing cards (and I am way too competitive about it), I love gin and tonic (nothing to say about that) and plants (back with things to say because I can never keep them alive, beware, I am a murderer in my own right).
no because henry winter would never
cant wait to start feeling normal again I think to myself knowing that i have not once felt normal not at all my whole life not ever
anarchism and god complex
Perhaps I romanticize this state of loneliness so much that it becomes too beautiful.
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