#60s literature

[foetus-on-your-breath]

TIL that the author of the 60s horror dystopian novel I have no mouth & I must scream played himself in Scooby Doo Mystery Inc

[frenchnewwaves]

“Innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself.”

On Self-Respect by Joan Didion

[missaudreyx]

my recent taste in literature is quite alarming actually.

[deathsmallcaps]

Day 2 of my 43rd Win A Commission Contest! If you guess what story this is from before I post the title, you get a commission! Click the link or check out the tag #wac for more details! :) This one ends on November 15th, 2022.

Hint: A man just tried to tame the unicorn with a simple belt, because all he saw was a grey mare.

[oddwomen]

LIFE (December 15, 1961)

[gumballofshame]

Current Book, Nov. 2022

Something Wicked This Way Comes (1962), Ray Bradbury.

Entry #1: I have been obsessed with any writing by Bradbury for the last few years, top favorite being The Illustrated Man, I believe it is my favorite book even. So this is me expanding even more into Bradbury. Let’s see how we enjoy it, I’ll keep this updated with my honest opinion. Maybe this will give me the push I need to read more and take an accountability to genuinely read the books I buy. Granted, my collection of books looks extremely cool. I just wish I had a story to tell for the hundreds of books I have in my collection.

[yourhoneymoongirl]

🧺🐑🍒🍧𝜗𝜚˚ ₊‧

[bbtris]

Canyon Passage, 1946

Text ID: Must I like poetry to be your husband?

[everythingilearned]

And then some guy wandering as lost as you would all of a sudden be right before your eyes, his face bigger and clearer than you ever saw a man’s face before in your life. Your eyes were working so hard to see in that fog that when something did come in sight every detail was ten times as clear as usual, so clear both of you had to look away. When a man showed up you didn’t want to look at his face and he didn’t want to look at his face and he didn’t want to look at yours, because it’s painful to see somebody so clear that it’s like looking inside him, but then neither did you want to look away and lose him completely. You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself.

Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1962)

[drivemix]

Clarice Lispector

[tygerland]

Yukio Mishima as Saint Sebastian, 1968, by Kishin Shinoyama.

[negativegrl]

he's lived so many lives...

[frenchnewwaves]

Song by Allen Ginsberg

[literally-cat-woman]

twitter comic discourse is so braindead like wdym you would prefer amber dying over anissa?? a literal rapist.. versus an inexperienced teenage girl.... ok. got it.

[4eal]

Winter🤍

[honeymoonswan]