tw: abuse? fuck idk
edit: im taking out more of this. fuck. i always stupidly post stuff.
k i legitimately cannot describe how happy it makes me that this was a paragraph in the book:
"The graduate student knew about Rose and me because he had grown up in [———], which is a small town where the train still stops, just about halfway between [———] and [———]."
THAT IS MY TOWN OKAY AND THAT IS HOW I DESCRIBE IT
IM SORRY BUT WHEN YOU COME FROM A TOWN WITHOUT STOPLIGHTS AND THEN YOUR TOWN IS BRIEFLY MENTIONED IN THIS FUCKING AMAZING BOOK ITS A BIG DEAL
im reading a seriously amazing book called The Girls by Lori Lansens. I picked it up at the library yesterday and it happens to take place in a town very, very, very near my own, which is actually fantastic, and the story is so beautiful. unfortunately i’m almost done and i really dont want it to end. But I’d recommend it.
The protagonists are amazing, which is really to be expected on the one hand, given their situation (they’re craniopagus twins), but there’s so much more to them that makes the book worth it. They’re far better written than a lot of characters I’ve read lately; they’re each so flawed and have so many contradictory character traits. It’s mostly narrated from the point of view of one of the twins, and I immediately sided with her and identified with her, and then every now and then the other twin will narrate part of it and I realized I identified with her, as well… UGHHHHHH JUST GO READ IT
A feminist and an anti-feminist walk into a bar. They sit down and have a drink together because they’re adults who don’t let personal views effect their decisions on who they should or should not associate with.
can’t wait to go willingly spend my time with people who hold toxic views and treat me and my friends like garbage so that someone online thinks i’m an adult
i just remembered that when i was at the airport a couple days ago i bought a child’s size 6 shirt for myself
because it had a glittery kitten on it
i forget what its like to be closeted until im sitting at a table in public with my mom and her friends and one of them asks me, “so, got a boyfriend in halifax?”
and the most i can say is “no”
"oh, but there must be some boy that you like!!"
awh fuck. here’s to making it through the holidays.