How Did You Get Into Writing Girl Nobody Gets Into Writing. Writing Shows Up One Day At Your Door And

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

I feel like I pretended to be a functional adult who had her shit together and set her direction for her entire life from the age of 15 to 23, so I can afford to be a little stupid and a little lost now that I’m in my late twenties — kinda reclaiming the years I could have let myself mess around have fun and make mistakes

when eileen myles wrote “this intolerable sadness i am learning to tolerate”

I love you people going into "useless" fields I love you classics majors I love you cultural studies majors I love you comparative literature majors I love you film studies majors I love you near eastern religions majors I love you Greek, Latin, and Hebrew majors I love you ethnic studies I love you people going into any and all small field that isn't considered lucrative in our rotting capitalist society please never stop keeping the sacred flame of knowledge for the sake of knowledge and understanding humanity and not merely for the sake of money alive

one of my favorite fucking feelings in the world is when you’re having a discussion with somebody about literature and themes and storytelling and etc or even just like, your feelings, and as you’re rambling on about the interpretation of something-or-the-other you have this lightbulb moment where two ideas connect in your head all of a sudden and you couldn’t have done it without the context of another person there and you both get so excited about this new theory you’re developing

like. collaboration. trust. complexity. awakenings. this shit isn’t just analysis, it’s art.

"You don’t tell people you’re not okay,“ she said, "because it’s hard watching them not know what to do".

"Then you end up comforting them, even though the one who needed comforting was you".

-Sue Zhao- Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #222