genuinely can't wait for footballtwt to cool off now that the world cup-induced mania is over and the collective messi/argentina psychosis can finally subside. maddening how we can’t like or hate something without losing our cognitive ability for critical thought.
What I love most about Clarice Lispector's writing is that she doesn't pretend to befriend language. She very openly and ferociously tries to defy it. She battles with ways of overcoming the very thing that's giving shape to The Thing. I find that very authentic
great time to get an english degree honestly nobody can read or write you might become scribe to the king in the next 15 years if you know cursive the way things are going
this world cup’s propaganda has not worked on me; if anything, it has paradoxically made me grow even fonder of him. leo, you come to me like a long-lost friend whom i once picked apples with in papa’s orchard.