grand and incomparable novel, if your heart is open, you will weep on more than three occasions.
everybody wants to be a streamer these days no body wants to be a saint
In all seriousness there’s my life before this book and my life after this book.
So shamelessly focused on interior, domestic and the mundane but written in the most extraordinary prose style which worships at the shrine of the beauty of words. One of the best opening pages of all time (gonna post on here later) and completely changed my outlook on my own writing.
Also trivia, Leduc was a real writers writer and championed by the greats of her day, Cocteau, Genet and de Beauvoir to name a few.
one of the many american foods perfected in the 1960s. once someone at my work caught the toaster on fire trying to toast one of these, I’m not sure what went wrong but I wish they had burned the building down
goated app, browser is even better. i love the internet, i learn so much on it. 00s nordic emo and techno? 70s hindi psychodelia? mazurka, norteño, kendeng, c pop?
also nod to radio garden, less tailored, more fun
feeling depressed insomniac constipated nauseous? you can always buy a supplement about it. does it have a name like a russian spacecraft? was it harvested in the gobi desert? good signs. you might be missing a precious amino and you don’t even know. I haven’t found the little pill that’ll fix me *yet* but when I do you’ll all be sorry
