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i NEED to stop starting new novels before bed

this months pick for our queer horror book club!! let's goooooooo

You ever read something so depressing you have a dedicated aftercare book beside it on your nightstand?

'Let's drink a while,' I said, 'and readjust to our own reality.'

"For whatever reason, I've always felt like I /need/ a vice. I don't know whether this feeling is universal, but I have some way down, vibrating part of my subconscious that /needs/ to self-destruct. At least a little bit. [...] I haven’t smoked in more than fifteen years now, but I don’t think I ever quite escaped that cycle. There remains this yearning within my subconscious that cries out for a sacrifice."

Reading this while on the verge of heatstroke, an ectopic heartbeat and the regularly prescribed post-holiday mailase feels right

She's NOT like other girls actually- she reads Descartes and doesn't go to nightclubs!!!!

skill issue loser, you can actually do both (source: my uni career)

Genuinely one of the few writers that can make me laugh out loud which is high praise from someone who grew up being told when to laugh at comedies (kind of like Pnin with American humour now I think about it). I love Pnin. He is Lynchian in a way with his mewling existence and fascination with everyday objects 💗✨️

a nice gift from 2019 Fiona is that every page I turn of this book a pound of sand falls from the pages onto my lap. Bournemouth Beach welcome to my Glasgow flat, hope you enjoy your stay.

"This is time, time laid bare, coming slowly into existence, keeping us waiting, and when it does come making us sick because we realise it's been there for a long time."

"I am not in the habit of telling myself what happens to me."

okay, dissociation king

"Anyhow, it was certain that I was afraid or had some other feeling of that sort. If I had only known what I was afraid of, I would have made a great step forward."

"I cannot describe to you the agony that these reflections inflicted upon me; I tried to dispel them, but sorrow only increased with knowledge. Oh, that I had for ever remained in my native wood, nor known or felt beyond the sensations of hunger, thirst, and heat!"

Mary Shelley was truly 20 years old and questioning if unjustness is solely created through the knowledge of the existence of the makeup of society alone

(Gaga voice) don't look at me like that....

I'm begging you to be something other than a flimsy plot only set up for several barbie-esque monologues. Female, lesbian cult, I need you to be actually rotted so BAD