#Salinger

[evilrobotdog]

Cuz I ain’t got much

[soracities]

I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.

J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roofbeam, Carpenters; Seymour: An Introduction

[lets-get-lit]

I am always saying "Glad to've met you" to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.

- J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

[c-e-salazar]

Robert Frost once wrote “a poem begins with a lump in the throat,” & i’ve swallowed enough words to know that if Dickinson had known we’d title her poems after she specifically didn’t, she would have sent strongly worded emails. If Hemingway knew we would disregard his own admission that there was no symbolism in the old man & the sea, he would have tweeted endlessly. If Shakespeare ever thought we’d doubt he wrote all he did, he would have blogged all of his drafts for the world to see. If Fitzgerald ever could have, he would have instagrammed a thousand photos of Zelda, each with a caption as fascinatingly juvenile & romantic as when he wrote ‘i love her & that is the beginning & the end of everything,’ only for Salinger to out do him by saying ‘she wasn't doing a thing that i could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.’ & these are the thoughts that remind me, these great minds & poets & writers of history would love to be as much a part of our world, as we do of theirs.

[miabrown007]

"What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it."

The Catcher in the Rye, J. D. Salinger

[daconfusedbanana]

What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of good-by . . . I don't care if it's a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving it. If you don't, you feel even worse.

-- J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

[seem0reglass]

vintage Salinger covers, front and back.

Nine Stories; Raise High the Roofbeam, Carpenters and Seymour: an Introduction.

[goingpostal1980]

The world MUST know about this.

If you're wondering who owns your copy of The Catcher in The Rye, it's me. I legally own all copies. My collection spans lifetimes.

Let's start off by saying... the real 'atrocity' is the spelling in this document. And total lack of any apparent sense... The world has to know what they've put me through... Everyone I know has already seen this. I'm very proud. I was ecstatic to receive this letter.

More than 8... less than 25. 25 is a little too far, do we think?

So I was put on the terrorist register for this... but it's okay because they took me back off. Pretty badass, right?

Tumbler is like my diary. It's so easy to post here. I love Tumbler.

Anyway, I felt so pathologized by this. And what a loss of dignity. The only way to combat this is to share it in a way that makes me feel that I have regained power... Is posting medical documents on the internet all good with you?

Note the logo at the bottom of this next picture. 'Young people friendly'. Funny.

The letter I sent the Psychosis Team about my life story was 5 pages long and contained printed excerpts from my journals spanning back to 2022. This didn't help. I guess I'll update you all on Wednesday.

Some have said my life is like a performance art project, I guess you could say that. I care a lot about my Public Image. It's important to Keep Up Appearances. Everyone, EVERYONE is sick of this stuff. It's too late now to stop, though.

Droped as a kid innit.

This lady asked me, 'Do you Google instructions on how to make bombs?'

I told them I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't currently self harm, I don't speak to strangers online, I don't have any social media, I don't have the means to make a bomb or cause destruction in any way, and I have no solid plans to do so. I told them 2026 and they put 2025. They sent me for an MRI scan. There was no MRI scan, just an interview with a Malay doctor who was shorter than me who asked me terribly worded questions... 'What do you hallucinate?' 'How many times a day does this happen?' (If I had a Malaysian Ringgit for every time I've been asked that)

I told the school nurse I was hearing voices telling me to hurt the people around me. I was told my self harm was superficial. I was told I had 'Generalized Anxiety Disorder' and 'Depression'. The family did not find CAMHS helpful at this time...

She asked me the HEADSS assessment questions - a psychosocial tool used on teenagers. My mother turns to me and asks me, 'Are you going to tell her..? About the... John Lennon stuff?' ...I tell her no. It's irrelevant. Did they think I had a brain tumor? Like the Texas Tower Shooter? Like Charles Whitman?

H- Home and Environment

I told her I have a good relationship with my mother. I really do. I swear. I feel that throughout my entire life I have been neglected. Our house is a wreck. I will never forget the things that have been said to me throughout my life with her. I I don't know if I can fix the impact of what has happened to me.

E- Education and Employment

Yeah, I love College. I dropped out of school, innit. I guess that's cool. Thanks for asking.

A- Activities

I don't know what these are, to be totally honest.

D- Drugs

I love getting high. I was given magic mushrooms at a party when I was 14. I love smoking weed with my friend winking emoji. I love to drink. I drink once a week or more, hard liquor or beer or whatever I can find. I smoke every day. I'm not planning on quitting. I will take whatever I'm offered. I don't think it's cool. I told her I'm not interested in that kind of stuff.

S- Sexuality

No, this one's true. I'm the Super Virgin. N.F.I. Not Fucking Interested. Don't you think I have enough on my Plate?

S- Suicide and Depression

I told her the last time I self-harmed was last year, in Winter. I told her I used to have suicidal thoughts but I don't anymore because I love my life. They left me with no support over the Summer for 3 months this year and I almost died. Nobody's going to find out about that. She tested my reflexes and put her hand directly on top of my scars. Bloody hilarious, I thought, as I had a heart attack and nearly died on the spot. She told me I looked very uncomfortable. No, I don't want to die, really.

She had an absolutely abysmal bedside manner. She told me, when I saw that I had a patient with psychosis, I was so scared you'd be... violent or something. But you're so nice. Or something along those lines. They made me wait for almost an hour in the pediatric X-Ray ward surrounded by crying children and snot and my mother nearly went batshit crazy. She said there were too many broken bones. The pediatric neurologist told me she liked my hair. Twice. She said I was 'Beautiful and Well-Mannered'. Isn't that nice.

There's a lot more I could say. I'll save it for another time... isn't it funny? I think it's hilarious. That this has eaten up 2 years of my life now and there's no sign of it stopping. I have become dissilusioned with the concept of 'Mental Illness' after reading some Foucault. It didn't take much to convince me. The real problem is what's around me, not myself.

I'll tell you all about the other stuff another time.

[sublecturas]

"El guardián entre el centeno", de J. D. Salinger en la #LíneaD

[search4god]

biting off the arms of anyone who hates holden caulfield

[libriaco]

Le ragazze

Le ragazze. Non sai mai quello che gli gira per la testa.

J. D. Salinger, [The Catcher in the Rye, 1951], Il giovane Holden, Torino, Einaudi, 1997 [Trad. A. Motti]

[evilrobotdog]

Thought this was a little funny

[ssummermemoir]

Holden Caulfield they could never make me hate you

[icannotbewhoiwish]

also this one

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

" She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there, leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together. "

- J. D. Salinger, A Girl I Knew

[tensionesuperficiale]