so, i came back to tumblr, after all! weird to be here, i've disappeared almost everywhere, the queen of ghosting. it was for a good reason. i've been dealing with a long period of crisis, gave up 2 semesters at uni, been stuck in my bed 23h/day (not a hyperbole). finally, i feel like coming back here.
in this whole period, i haven't done too much. couldn't read, watched not so many movies/tv shows, but i did listen to a bunch of music. that kept me a bit less depressed.
i feel like i have something inside of me that is trying too hard to get out, but i don't know how to do it; it's a feeling of creation. only a few people actually feel this, like they need to create something, to put it out, but haven't found a way yet. it's stuck, and it's a whole interwork.
AND altho i know that not many people follow me, neither know who i am or whatever, but to anybody reading this and going through something bad, i hope you get better. focus on your health. it'll pass, doesn't matter when, just be strong and keep fighting. this isn't a coaching shit or self-help bad book, but for experience of someone who's dealing with way too much. everyday is a new day to begin again, until you get it.
have a really muthafuckin great day, guys. much love to you. (that's for the 2 people maybe reading this lmfao thank you for being here) 🌧🤍
1am, i'm reading 'hiperculturalidade', and it's so good. probably, i'll be finishing it on thursday or friday.
also, i read today 'blue horses' by mary oliver and liked it. wasn't too invested tho, but it's great.
and in the morning, i was able to read a lot of 'the idiot' by elif batuman. this book is making me so happy! her writing is amazing and just to be in selin's mind is fascinating.
be kind to yourselves 🤍🌧
E no final, assim, calado, eu sei que vou ser coroado rei de mim.
- Los Hermanos
Internal peace. That's just two words, linguistics. Comfort comes with warmth of accepting the absurd which is life. Then, you decide to follow the words to color you in.
J.
currently reading (finish or almost)
o mito de sísifo - camus (45%)
lolita - nabokov (pg. 25/331)
crime e castigo - dostoievski (pg. 33/561)
infocracia - byung-chul han (pg. 19/107)
chouette - claire oshtsky (starting rn)
to be read (or just to begin)
the right to sex - amia srinivasan
kibogo - scholastique mukasonga
a peste - camus
late valentines with my girl ottessa and the view of a rainy day 🤍 🌧
— Albert Camus, The Possessed
i'm still on lolita, damn this book is hard to read. every page i literally have a discomfort on the way he speaks about lolita. it's so sickening! but the writing is so good, i don't even know what to say. *Fiodora thinks so too!
on the other hand i'm gonna start 'pop song' and 'a peste' today! it's gonna be i guess my forth or fifth camus. i love him sm. also, i need to finish it soon cause my uni library doesn't accept us to keep the books on vacation and semester is ending. soooo... 🤸🏻♀️
it's nice day today, very cloudy. i love it, it puts me in a great mood! 🤍🌧
started 'água viva' today. my first clarice! her writing is wow, i've been annotating a lot. so many thoughts already. just wild!
i was gonna go for run today, but gave up, it's been one of those lazy days. probably do some yoga before go to bed.
tomorrow i feel like it's gonna be a good day. (probably won't though) - let's keep it positive.
that's a goal: be more positive! 🤍🌧
“Suddenly he realizes that tomorrow will be the same, and, after tomorrow, all the other days. He is crushed by this irreparable discovery. It's ideas like this that kill one. Men kill themselves because they cannot stand them—or, if they are young, they turn them into epigrams.”
Albert Camus, “Irony”, The Wrong Side and the Right Side (1937)