Halfway through Wuthering Heights. Heathcliff is getting on my nerves, Catherine is getting on my nerves, Nelly is getting on my nerves, EVERY character is getting on my nerves. WHAT IS HAPPENING?
I just started reading The Picture of Dorian Gray and, may I just say, fuck you Lord Henry.
Have you ever been so annoyed by the sun you understood the entire plot of The Stranger?
the narrator from camus’ the stranger is that you?
Jack be like “how’d you feel about killing a few folk? Don’t worry, no one real important and no one who’d be missed.” And it’s your father.
“I forgive you” “don’t bother” and “I love you” “it’ll pass” forever ruined me.
I am a Victor Frankenstein type of procrastinator