i'm fangirling over 3 songs by boygenius, yes.
“I am obscure to myself. I let myself happen. I unfold only in the now. I am rudely alive.”
- Clarice Lispector, Água Viva [in the images, a picture of Clarice and part of a manuscript from Água Viva]
read 'infocracia' with wine yesterday night and finished 'the right to sex' tonight which was good but not great. my plans are to read a bit more of 'lolita' or 'crime e castigo' tomorrow and find a better mindset, cause honestly i've not been feeling good lately.
hope everyone is having a good time in life. 🤍🌧
i've been away for a bit because, you know, college. and i have to read these two for classes. life's been boring lately, but i'm fine with that.
sometimes it rains and it's like nothing more exists. incredible how rain has the power to make me feel safe. 🌧🤍
late valentines with my girl ottessa and the view of a rainy day 🤍 🌧
currently reading
lolita - nabokov (pg. 56/ 331)
crime e castigo - dostoievski (pg. 33/561)
the way of kings - brandon sanderson (530/1252)
estado de sítio - camus (42/149)
to be read
cult classic - sloane crosley
i love you but i've chosen darkness - claire vaye watkings
dream work - mary oliver
read (11/12-17/12)
in the dream house - carmen maria machado
camus was so gorgeous, wasn't him? and had such a strong personality. innocent tho, an idealistic. you can easily fall in love with him just by reading about his history.
(yes, it's one of my inspirations if you couldn't tell already!) 🤍🌧
so, i came back to tumblr, after all! weird to be here, i've disappeared almost everywhere, the queen of ghosting. it was for a good reason. i've been dealing with a long period of crisis, gave up 2 semesters at uni, been stuck in my bed 23h/day (not a hyperbole). finally, i feel like coming back here.
in this whole period, i haven't done too much. couldn't read, watched not so many movies/tv shows, but i did listen to a bunch of music. that kept me a bit less depressed.
i feel like i have something inside of me that is trying too hard to get out, but i don't know how to do it; it's a feeling of creation. only a few people actually feel this, like they need to create something, to put it out, but haven't found a way yet. it's stuck, and it's a whole interwork.
AND altho i know that not many people follow me, neither know who i am or whatever, but to anybody reading this and going through something bad, i hope you get better. focus on your health. it'll pass, doesn't matter when, just be strong and keep fighting. this isn't a coaching shit or self-help bad book, but for experience of someone who's dealing with way too much. everyday is a new day to begin again, until you get it.
have a really muthafuckin great day, guys. much love to you. (that's for the 2 people maybe reading this lmfao thank you for being here) 🌧🤍
— Albert Camus, The Possessed