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He saw them lined up in the camera’s viewfinder: Malcolm, Jude, and Willem, Malcolm and Willem on either side of Jude, close enough to catch him if he skidded but not so close that Jude would suspect that they were anticipating his fall.
📚A Little Life
An artist, as much as a writer or composer, needed themes, needed ideas. And for a long time, he simply didn’t have any. He tried to draw only black people, but a lot of people drew black people, and he didn’t feel he had anything new to add.
until one night, he was sitting in Jude and Willem’s depressing apartment on their depressing sofa, watching the two of them assemble dinner, negotiating their way through their miniature kitchen like a bustling lesbian couple.
📚A Little Life
If my neighbors manage to survive without killing themselvee, without going mad, maintaining an interest in political parties, not yielding to despair, resolutely pursuing the fight for existence, can their griefs really be genuine? Am I wrong in thinking that these people have become such complete egoiste and are so convinced of the normality of their way of life that they have never once doubted themselves?
📚No Longer Human
«نَجوای مآه و سآیهها» و چرا نمیشه بالا تر از خودت و ببینی و با تلاش به دستش بیاری؟ چرا همیشه باید بدویی و نرسی و به اونی که داری قانع بشی؟ و حسرت بخوری؟
To conceive of such a luxury, you needed an American mind.
📚A Little Life
"But Jude, you’re in pain. We have to get you help.”
“Nothing will help, I just have to wait.”
“What can I do?”
“Nothing, but Willem—will you stay with me for a little while?”
“Of course,"
📚A Little Life
Jude was always there. He had never had a girlfriend or a boyfriend, and he had always spent the night in their room, his presence beneath Willem’s bunk as familiar and constant as the sea.
📚A Little Life
Forwarded from ᴛɪᴀ's ᴮooᵏ ʀeᵛieʷ~°🪷
About YouThe 1975:༅｡ᴛɪᴀ's ɢᴀʟᴀxʏ☕ He would think then of Malcolm, with his unsparingly intelligent father and affectionate but absentminded mother, and then of Willem, with his dead parents, and finally, of course, Jude, with his completely nonexistent parents, and feel a warm, watery rush…
He would think then of Malcolm, with his unsparingly intelligent father and affectionate but absentminded mother, and then of Willem, with his dead parents, and finally, of course, Jude, with his completely nonexistent parents, and feel a warm, watery rush of happiness and thankfulness, as if an ocean were rising up in his chest. I’m lucky, he’d think, and then, because he was competitive and kept track of where he stood against his peers in every aspect of life, I’m the luckiest one of all.
📚A Little Life
:༅｡ᴛɪᴀ's ɢᴀʟᴀxʏ☕ Thurisaz – Years Of Silence
"There's only one closet,"
"That's okay, I have nothing to put in it anyway."
"Neither do I."
📚A Little Life
