Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette

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i started rambling in ur tags about this but it was getting v long so i hope u don’t mind me rambling in your ask box: ur analysis of mr schwartz is So marvellous & u articulated it so well, that’s Exactly what the song’s like!! i can’t put things into words as well as u did but it reminds me of the feeling like you’re floating outside of your body, like a moment of confusion and derealisation. like you can glimpse how you are perceived and don’t recognise or like it, but it’s like an expectation, or a necessity - thinking particularly of the lines ‘and if we guess who i’m pretending to be/do we get a prize?/having attempted twice both incorrectly/do we get a third try?’ GOD what a insane song

yeah!! expectation or necessity feels right. those lines + glove hand reaching in to hit the switch & there’s not one goddamn thing that you can do about it. i really like it… if there’s one thing alex turner will write about it is various phony male characters and usually its kinda scathing but i feel like he does it with more sympathy here and it MAKES ME FEEL THINGS

My type in men is super smart but deemed eccentric for reasons of being a deeply troubled child.

unreal unearth unheard has me unwell, unstable, and undone

dies

“There are rare people who will fuel the fire inside of you, who will awaken a dormant passion, who will challenge you, who will push you and better you. She alone is my rarity.” - Fuel the Fire.

me: finds intelligence hot

also me: unconditionally and furiously despises anyone who is even slightly better than me at anything

“fuck off” gf and “simps harder” bf

i love when authors write women who engage in self destructive behavior to claw their way to esteem in an elitist environment when they already have twice the character and skill than those around them