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Today
I have to screw on the expression of a person

though I am at most an animal
and the animal I am spirals

Body, they blame you for all things and they
seek in the body what does not live in the body.

A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck

At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this?
And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?

You will find me, God,
like a dumb pigeon's beak, I am
pecking
every which way at astonishment.

...and homeless dogs, thin as philosophers, understand everything and bark and bark.

...

Tonight,
we don't die and don't die,

the earth is still,
a helicopter eyeballs my wife--

On earth
a man cannot flip a finger at the sky

because each man is already
a finger flipped at the sky.

And when they bombed other people's houses, we
protested
but not enough, we opposed them but not
enough. I was
in my bed, around my bed America
was falling: invisible house by invisible house by invisible house(..)
In the sixth month
of a disastrous reign in the house of money
in the street of money in the city of money in the country of money, our great country of money, we (forgive us)
lived happily during the war.

Alle guten Dinge sind drei oder so. Vielleicht schaffe ich es diesmal, dieses Buch fertig zu lesen. Und alles nur, weil ich leicht zu beeinflussen bin.

How did I go from "I hate romance in books" to only reading romance novels in 2026...

Whiplash of emotions. Went from "aww, that's such a sweet queer story" to "i hate men. i hate men. i hate men."

It's always the same: good book, good writing, good message, until suddenly the author feels the need to insert weird sexual content that no one asked for and that is written to be disgusting (+ your typical dash of misogyny. Don't tell me it was a different time. Other male authors were capable of being normal in that era)

Just finished chapter one and I'm floored. I love Vonnegut's prose and the trauma fucking seeps through the pages. "(...) - here's the book. It is so short and jumbled and jangled, (...), because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre (...)"

and then everyone clapped!

Started this on the train today and I thought it was just gonna be another silly queer romance like RW&RB but it's giving me witchy vibes?? Hello???? Please please please be a little bit witchy. (I will be heartbroken if not.)

I have seldom felt such hatred.

Finished the first part and I'm so okay :''')
Has there ever been a character I relate to as much as Jo? Probably not.
"... and I - well, I'm Jo, and never shall be anything else."
How do I explain to her that change is not only possible, but also inevitable? Brb crying

"Sonia did not answer, she was crying. Several minutes passed."

Also langsam wird's hier ein bisschen zu persönlich..

People: Russian Literature can be difficult to get into, one reason being that every character has at least 3 different names.
Me: you guys read the names?

I'm a fantasy reader, I never read names💀 the first and last letter have to do, I'm sorry

Reached the Crime part and it was *disgusting*, moving on to the Punishment I suppose
(Raskolnikov is just a silly little man with a silly little hat, look at him, look at his hat)