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You guys wouldn’t believe what two themes this chapter consisted of.
If I told you it was his grandmother dying + being f’ed in the *ss for the first time and getting poopoocaca on the person what would you think. I’m actually fr.
“I sit, with all my theories, metaphors, and equations, Shakespeare and Milton, Barthes, Du Fu, and Homer, masters of death who can’t, at last, teach me how to touch my dead.”

“A page, turning, is a wing lifted with no twin, and therefore no flight. And yet we are moved.”

This book is changing me as a person.

This is one of the best written books I think I’ve ever read and I don’t know what that says about me. I think he’s a genius. I’m annotating but really I’m just underlining and bracketing every word or sentence he writes.

“The boy who would change what I knew of summer, how deep a season opens when you refuse to follow the days out of it. The boy from whom I learned there was something even more brutal than work—want.”

Haven’t been able to pick this up in awhile because of school, didn’t get to read much over spring break either :p
but finally getting to the gay stuff!! Yippee!!

“When I first started writing, I hated myself for being so uncertain, about images, clauses, ideas, even the pen or journal I used. Everything I wrote began with ‘maybe’ and ‘perhaps’ and ended with ‘I think’ or ‘I believe’. Even when know something to be true as bone I fear the knowledge will dissolve, will not, despite my writing it, stay real.”

I’m micro-dosing pure creation reading this

“Who will be lost in the story we tell ourselves? Who will be lost in ourselves? A story, after all, is a kind of swallowing. To open a mouth, in speech, is to leave only the bones, which remain untold.”

Okay was not expecting the consuming of monkey brains to be in this book but also his grandma is schizophrenic so.

“Because love, at its best, repeats itself. Shouldn’t it?”

Big owie so far. 2 chapters in and shaping up to make my god-tier shelf

“You once told me that the human eye is god’s loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, does even know there’s another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.”

Granted I’m only 17 pages and 1 chapter in, but this might be the best writing I’ve ever read in my life.

#mommyissues