Epilogue: What is a
book that made you cry? Princeps: Popular author
you don’t like? Index: What book
character would you like as your best friend? Author: What is a book you really regret buying? Bibliophile: What
popular book series haven’t you read yet? Volume: Last book you
dnf? Prologue: What is a
book that hasn’t been released that you want to read? Bookish: What is
your reading goal for this year? Addendum: What is a
book trope you can’t stand? Literature: Top 3 books
you want to read this year. Manuscript: What is a
book you want to read but are intimidated by? Autobiography: Who is the
protagonist you most relate to? Epeolatry:
What
is your favorite book quote?
Book-bosomed: what is a book you feel
everyone should read?
Appendix: Overdone book
trope that you still love?
the idea that people nowadays are more sensitive and easy to offend than they were in the past is such horseshit. people used to throw hands if you stepped on their shadow and calling a person a coward was legally justifiable grounds for them to challenge you to a duel with pistols.
since some people are having trouble understanding what i meant here, i would like to clarify that i am 100% mocking the hypocrisy of people who idolize the “good old days when people weren’t offended by everything” and then turn around and whine about how sjws are ruining their lives
if you’re whining about sjws in the comments of this post please know that i am making fun of you and that the old white relative you idolize for “giving no fucks” probably cried himself to sleep last night when he saw an interracial couple in a target commercial
someone: repeating things that reinforce a negative self view and world outlook such as the oh so popular tumblr niche of nihilistic ‘i want to die and everything is awful’ “jokes” me, in recovery, trying not to get dragged into that with them:
“The function of the image, as Gogol said, is to express life itself, not ideas or arguments about life. It does not signify life or symbolise it, but embodies it, expressing its uniqueness.”
— Andrei Tarkovsky, from “The Film Image,” Sculpting in Time, trans. Kitty Hunter-Blair (University of Texas Press, 1987)
