An Incomplete List Of Unsettling Short Stories I Read In Textbooks

~✧°+* 17/100 days of doing better*+°✧~

16.08.2023

I blame the fact that I am so lost in the sauce on the amount of stress I am under at the moment. It's also gotten really hot again which my body is NOT built for.

I started looking for apartments, though. I'm planning to move to a bigger place with some friends early next year - we'll see if that actually works, but we for sure are motivated.

Positive things I did today:

cleaned the apartment

worked on the Hamilton essay

read before bed

Hours slept: ~7hrs Screentime: ~5hrs Steps taken: ~4.400

Ask yourself: what’s good about this moment right now? Is the sun out? Can you hear birds? Are you drinking coffee? Can you smell freshly cut grass? Is your bed soft and warm? These little things are oh so precious and yet seem so arbitrary.

My theory about why we so enthusiastically celebrate the Ides of March here on this tumblr dot com is thus:

This site is full of literary and history nerds.

This site loves to be morbid as fuck.

This site is full of people who are very displeased with current politics and would like to achieve a certain catharsis.

That last one I think is the most important, because I remember the days when celebrating the stabbing of Caesar was just nerd shit, but it picked up more and more steam over the years, and I noticed a sudden massive boom in enthusiasm beginning in 2021, undoubtedly on account of the everything that has happened in the past few years.

they should invent a being in your twenties in which you do not feel your life is unsalvageable and ruined

I want to exist in a world without timed schedules. Just desire to wake up, simply get dressed and walk out the door with my readings.

my whole life has been a play of obsessions and distractions. to be obsessed with something so it distracts me from the reality, to find another distraction cuz the obsession is destroying me.

Shakespearean Insults:

All eyes and no sight

LUMP OF FOUL DEFORMITY

Thou art a boil, a plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle

Not so much brain as earwax

ANOINTED SOVEREIGN OF SIGNS AND GROANS

A fusty nut with no kernel

SERPENT HEART, HID WITH FLOWERING FACE

Crusty botch of nature

HIGHLY FED AND LOWLY TAUGHT

You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian

Idol of idiot-worshippers!

No kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes

All the infections that the sun sucks up from bogs

Infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker

You didn't love her. You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe she was good for your ego. Or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life. But you didn't love her. Because you don’t destroy people you love.

Grey’s Anatomy