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i’m the kid at the party who walks around the house looking at family photos and goes through your bookshelves

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pin pair from the 1980′s

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one time this nondescript guy came into my dunkin donuts and ordered a small black coffee with blueberry flavor shot, and for some reason that peculiar order stuck with me so much that when, seven months later, i saw him in the parking lot walking towards the door, i quickly made a small black coffee with blueberry flavor shot. he ordered it and i was already holding it. 

i would describe his demeanor that second time as “incredulous”

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THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS (2001) dir. Wes Anderson

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Where does the performance end and you begin?

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Riding the One-Eyed Ford, ‘Booze ‘N’ Loozing Blues,’ Diane Burns

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everything below this point is an archive.

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well, damn

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The Riot Club (2014) dir. Lone Scherfig

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How to feel like an androgynous oxbridge lit student

Fashion: invest in a tweed blazer, a secondhand slightly ratty one is better, one with elbow patches is best of all. A white or ivory fisherman’s sweater for days lounging in the common room/library/your lover’s lap while punting down the river, this should be paired with soft brown or light tweed trousers and brown oxfords for the best effect. Invest also in a grey or black blazer and trousers in black/brown/grey. These are your wardrobe staples now, you want to look like you’ve slept in the library and revived yourself with some sort of narcotic at all times. Some good waistcoats in the same colours won’t go amiss. Cardigans and sweater vests in muted colours like green, burgundy and caramel. Find some ties in secondhand shops with whimsical patterns on them, preferably in colours like mustard, heritage green and blood red. You’re going to need a long black or camel coat and a decent long scarf you can wrap several times around your neck in the perpetual autumn chill. You may also need a dinner suit for a) college balls or b) secret meetings of a literary and murder club you and your friends form in the first term.

Details: battered leather satchel is a must. You can also carry around stacks of old books - preferably poetry or classics. Get a fountain pen and practice writing in cursive. If you don’t actually need glasses you can get yourself a false pair, preferably ones with a tortoiseshell frame or else a black 50’s style frame. Your hair should be artfully tousled, some good medium hold hair wax is good for this. If you’re going to wear makeup then stick to a natural look, brown mascara, boyish brows, a little bit of pink blusher to simulate a flush brought on by a chill wind, clear or rose coloured lip balm.

Perfume: Habit Rouge - Guerlain. Chergui - Serge Lutens. Élixir Charnel Gourmand Coquin - Guerlain. Hypnotic Poison - Dior. Black Opium - YSL.

Character details: you should quote a lot of poetry from dead authors, especially Oscar Wilde, Byron, Keats and any of the Greek poets and playwrights. You should also write your own prose or poetry in a battered old notebook and then show this to your friends from the literary and murder club. Listen to artists like the Smiths, the National and Radiohead. Drink coffee frequently and try to do it in small but comfortable cafés or else the library at night. Don’t forget to also be as hedonistic as possible, drink champagne at all opportunities, host or attend elaborate dinner parties with several courses and copious amounts of alcohol. Form an unrequited and idolatrous passion for your best friend. You should try and be as analog as possible, reject modern technology in favour of letter writing, wrist watches, wind up alarm clocks and plays on the radio. Your main form of entertainment should be reflecting on the fleeting nature of youth and happiness with your friends in the literary and murder club.

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You know my parents have never really spoken of the possibility of my falling in love, or getting married, or having children. Even as a little girl, they wanted me to think of a future career, as a, you know, as a interior designer, or a lawyer, or something like that. 

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two bros chilling in a conservatory bedroom, five feet apart cause they're not gay even though they yearn for each other every three pages

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And I? I drink, I burn, I gather dreams.

Hélène Cixous, from The Book of Promethea, tr. by Betsy Wing (University of Nebraska Press, 1991)

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gimme a plot where … basically, muse a is this corrupted soul, always drinking too much, getting too high, they can barely function and muse b is basically their saving grace, always coming through in the middle of the night after a drunken phone call asking for a ride home. and muse b only does this because they’re a good person at heart, but they can’t deny that muse a’s actions actually disgusts them. but they’ve known each other for too long and muse b always promised they’d never let muse a down, because they know they’re the only thing that’s STABLE in their life. and this has become their routine, muse a texting/calling muse b when something goes wrong and muse b coming around to rescue them. there’s not much to their friendship beside that, these days, because muse a doesn’t really acknowledge them otherwise. and muse b just settles with the fact that they’re being used, but they can’t bear to leave muse a alone, knowing that they probably wouldn’t survive without them … but then ONE NIGHT, when muse b is carrying muse a into bed, tucking them in like they usually do and they’re about ready to say goodnight until muse a, who is completely out of their mind intoxicated, mumbles something barely audible that sounds a lot like ‘i love you.’ muse b thinks to brush it off, until muse a continues professing all these FEELINGS like ‘i really fucking love you, please, don’t leave me tonight’ and muse b is just STUCK. because muse a is so bad for them but muse b is the only good thing in their life … so they stay.