Someone Keep My Rear Accountable And Tell Me To Just Read This Damn Book Already Lol

Someone keep my rear accountable and tell me to just read this damn book already lol

I Could Recognize Him By Touch Alone, By Smell; I Would Know Him Blind, By The Way His Breaths Came And

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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Crazy that God needs a teacHer for something such as language. Being older than time itself (not to mention creating it) must really build up those cobwebs on the memory stores.

Happy Worm Wednesday everyone, today I will *checks notes* turn into a worm and DM my girlfriend


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Franz Kafka, From A Letter To Felice Bauer Written In 1913, Featured In Letters To Felice

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice

I had my chance, I missed them, or blatantly turned away; every single one. I had many chances. Now, this grief is entirely on me. I'll spare you of any final apology. I'm sorry. Goodbye. I hope you'll turn out to be well, whatever might the situation be.

I stole this from myself, lol. R.I.P. to this Deetzy when she wrote that.


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There's certainly nothing like playing the harmonica at work because my boss sucks at managing a business and I'm basically being paid to do exactly that. :D

And read fanfic, apparently. The things I've been able to do at work because this place absolutely sucks, has been astronomical.


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a while back I had a dream that people would put their otp (gay) underwater, like on a jpeg, and put text on it saying "the writers might have made you straight but the fish know" and it was so vivid I made my own, it was this one specifically in my dream:

A While Back I Had A Dream That People Would Put Their Otp (gay) Underwater, Like On A Jpeg, And Put

Cries because anything mint or mint related sends me into sensory overload and assaults my nose and taste buds from a mile away (cant even use the toothpaste lol)

deetzys-moonless-coffeepot - we created god, and he wonders why we distrust him

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deetzys-moonless-coffeepot - we created god, and he wonders why we distrust him

tricky words I always see misspelled in fics: a guide

Viscous/vicious – Viscous is generally used to describe the consistency of blood or other thick liquids. Vicious is used to describe something or someone who is violent. 

Piqued/Peaked/Peeked – To pique someone’s interest is to catch or tease their attention. When something peaks, it reaches its total height or intensity. To peek (at) something is to look briefly, or glance. 

Discrete/Discreet – this is a tough one. Discrete means to be separate, or distinct, i.e., two discrete theories. Conversely, when someone is discreet, they are being secretive or cautious to avoid attention. 

Segue/Segway – one is a transition between things, the other is a thing you can ride at the park and definitely fall off of.

Conscious/Conscience/Conscientious – to be conscious is to be awake, i.e., not unconscious, or to be aware of something. Your conscience is the little voice in your head telling you not to eat the entire pint of ice cream. Finally, to be conscientious is to be good, to do things thoroughly, to be ruled by an inner moral code. 

Hope this helped! Please add more if you think of them!


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Love my girlie anne <3

Anne Sexton, From A Letter Featured In Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters


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Joy Sullivan, From “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions For Traveling

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

As a joke, once, I claimed I was a slut, an absolute whore, for poetry - well, maybe it's not entirely a joke - and you said, "If only I were poetry," - as per joking goes. But, oh, god you are poetry. The rawest kind of poetry. The kind that takes only special glasses to be able to read. You are art in its barest form - like the many interpretations of Lucifer's fall from Heaven. Your very being is the poetry I'd learn; if only to carve into my bones.

For your sake and mine, I hope this version of you - the one I hum soothing lullabies to at night - is merely just one that pays no fee to live on in my subconscious. I'm afraid I cannot repeat this. Im afraid I must. I'm afraid I might learn you were never real.

As A Joke, Once, I Claimed I Was A Slut, An Absolute Whore, For Poetry - Well, Maybe It's Not Entirely

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deetzys-moonless-coffeepot - we created god, and he wonders why we distrust him
we created god, and he wonders why we distrust him

Well hello there, folks, chaps, and ol' sappy saps! I don't know what I'm doing, but that's across every platform of existence! • ☾⭒*. · ⋆ , * · ✩ . ⋆ ⁰ · ⭒ ✧ ° · ‚ *⭒☽ • You can call me Deetzy! I write pretty word jewelry, I'm told, among other things; until the lore decides otherwise, that is. Entire pen-name is M.J.D. Deetzy, don't look for me unless you're okay with not knowing what you may find! • nearly 20 and having a crisis (I'm part of the alphabet mafia! (currently in the Asexual group, definitely some crossovers somewhere (oh yeah, pronouns are she/her!)))

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