i never said thank you for that.
She hated the namelessness of women in stories, as if they lived and died so that men could have metaphysical insights.
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
This is so relevant it’s not even funny.
The ability to write is quite different from the ability to tell a story. Of course if you do both equally well you can conquer the world.
I’m just in love with this song lately… With a Little Help from My Friends by The Beatles
I like cats. I hate people who aren’t feminists. Pale skin is beautiful. I like pastel colored hair on girls. I drink a cup of coffee everyday. I like to eat pizza. My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world. I hate socializing. I wish I could stay in my room all day. I want to quit Nirvana so I can stay at home and avoid the world. I hate most people. I wish I could be alone forever. I like to read books. I love independent movies. I hate life. The world is beautiful.
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