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On the set of Dead Poets Society (1989).
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pulvisluna · 2 years
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bitches be like “i’d die for this character” and it’s a character who’s already dead
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“I wish you to be so happy that you cannot distinguish if you are dreaming or awake.”
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TOM HOLLAND  on Quotidien | Nov. 29, 2021
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Mary Oliver, from “Franz Marc’s Blue Horse.”
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pulvisluna · 2 years
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i am a lover, with or without a lover
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pulvisluna · 2 years
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if i can’t hand my lover a cup of coffee and kiss their forehead while they are working then what even is the point
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“Eye contact is a dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely. God, so lovely.”
— Hedonist Poet (via thoughtkick)
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oldest daughter (exhausted)
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i could not date harry styles because i would have too much fun psychologically torturing his fans that care too much 
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pulvisluna · 2 years
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i just read virginia woolf’s essay on charlotte brontë. at one point, she writes: ‘to write down one’s impressions of hamlet as one reads it year after year, would be virtually to record one’s own autobiography.’
i can’t stop thinking about it? i love being reminded that literature is as much about the interaction between the reader and the text as it is between the writer and the text. not just the fact that, as we go through life and grow, we find literature increasingly commenting on the experiences we’ve had. but also the fact that we come to books with our own life experiences and thoughts, and we work retroactively with a writer to almost create a slightly new book from what they wrote - their book through our eyes. as readers, we are as essential to the literature-making process as the writer.
my copy of hamlet is probably very different to yours. i might’ve related more to hamlet’s musings on death and morality. you might be more interested in shakespeare’s questioning of power or revenge. same story, different notes, different eyes, different lives.
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pulvisluna · 2 years
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i genuinely hate those “if sexuality was a choice do you think anyone would choose men???” jokes
i would choose men! i would choose this every time!
i love being attracted to men. i love being a man who loves and fucks and flirts with and kisses and dates men. i love holding hands with men, waking up to a man in my bed, dancing with men in my kitchen or in a club, reading poetry to men, writing poetry about men, sitting on the couch watching a man cook for me in his underwear, dozing off with my head in a man’s lap, telling men i love them, making men laugh in the dark in the middle of the night when we should be sleeping, staring blearily and lovestruck into men’s eyes when we’re drunk and smoking out in the cold. i love it all. loving and being loved by men is the most wonderful thing i have ever known.
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