Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in ‘sadness,’ ‘joy,’ or ‘regret.’ Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I’d like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, ‘the happiness that attends disaster.’ Or: ‘the disappointment of sleeping with one’s fantasy.’ I’d like to show how ‘intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members’ connects with ‘the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.’ I’d like to have a word for ‘the sadness inspired by failing restaurants’ as well as for ‘the excitement of getting a room with a minibar.’ I’ve never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I’ve entered my story, I need them more than ever.
Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via thatluciegirl)
Wednesday Sep 7 11:25pm
Be in love with your life. Every detail of it.
Jack Kerouac (via thatkindofwoman)
Sunday Jul 3 06:13am
ahhh, well said. just moved to NYC for an internship, and if i have to gaze upon one more “free rent for submissive female” post on craigslist, i’ll jump.
Wednesday Jun 22 07:35pm
Dead Man’s Bones- In the room where you sleep
The cymbal swipe in the last 5 seconds makes this vid.
well, look who's making lemonade...
A pop-up book shop will open in a recently closed Borders, featuring indie and self-published work.
Tuesday Mar 29 10:51pm
