#classic literature shitpost

[mahoganyamore]

for once just don’t give up on me

[thelostfilesofstudents]

[erosdoceamargo]

the iliad it boy and tamer of horses

[lonelylittledot]

rip Mr Collins, you would have loved Patreon

[briechyne]

Books. A reality to imagination ✨

[flum3n]

the universal experience of beginning 'pride and prejudice' (2005) with the opinion that matthew macfadyen as mr darcy is perfectly tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt you and ending it bewitched, body and soul.

[flowersforfrancis]

Yes. Don’t we all?

[patrokronk]

The Trojan wars began for Helen yes but they ended because of Patroclus and I think that’s beyond beautiful

[can-of-w0rmz]

You like Victor Frankenstein DESPITE his grey morality. I like Victor Frankenstein BECAUSE of his grey morality. We are not the same.

[catihere]

Moby Dick is one of the most brilliant pieces of literature out there and not for the reasons you think. Sure, it’s a great analysis on the state of the human ego in relationship with nature, but it’s also an absolutely hilarious piece from top to bottom. I mean:

•The kickstarter of the story is that, one day, Ishmael, a relatively ordinary man, gets frustrated with his life and the best solution he finds is to give up on everything and go whale hunting on a ship in the middle of nowhere. 100/100, what a fucking mood

•Ishmael is not even his name. If I remember correctly (I haven’t opened this book in three years), he picked his name himself and it means outcast, reject. Really now, why are no transmascs out there naming themselves Ishmael??

•He’s not even the main character but he’s the only one I care about

•This book probably INVENTED the “there was only one bed” trope. It introduced Queequeg by literally making him lie in the same hotel bed as Ishmael. Peak strangers to lovers if you ask me

•That’s not even it. Ishmael, uncomfortable at first, wakes up surprised by how well he slept. And in a later chapter, they are described to lie together as compared to a husband and wife.

•Also, Queequeg is an enormous Polinesian man with Māori tattoos on his face, who BY THE WAY collects human heads. Yeah, that gave Ishmael a very fun first impression of him

•The author breaks the narrative every few chapters to info dump us about whales (sometimes inaccurately, there was no Google in 1850 so I don’t blame him). Oh, yeah, because Herman Melville accidentally embarked on a whale hunting expedition for few years, so Moby Dick is inspired from his experience. But that’s a story for another time.

•My favorite info dump/conspiracy theory that he has is presented right at the start of the book. It’s about how different heroes of mythology and history, including Hercules and Saint George, might have been actually whale hunters. Ishmael is such a dork I can’t-

And these are only the things that I can say off the top of head, with a faint memory of the book from three years ago, when I binge read it in two days, so please feel free to add on. I fucking love Moby Dick go read it right now

[inamoratasonata]

and the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and autumn was awakened.

— raquel franco

[mahoganyamore]

time after time

[thelostfilesofstudents]

[vronskies]

emma (2020)

[briechyne]

Books to escape reality.

[thatssonifty]

I told myself I wouldn’t fall in love for another three years.

Every man before you bore the weight of my leaving.

I never stayed. I always left.

But that birthday night, when you walked all the way,

stood beneath my window with a cake,

just to see me,

just to mend my broken day—

I knew I had fallen.

Fallen for your words, your eyes, your heart.

You told me, “Three years is easy.

I would wait an eternity for you.”

That night, you said you loved me.

I warned you it would be a mistake.

I begged you to stay away,

to save yourself from me.

But you didn’t leave.

Not until I asked you to stay.

Not until I broke down in front of you and begged,

pleaded for one more chance—

to be with you, to hold you,

to be held by you,

to sleep beside you and wake up next to you,

to be yours.

Then you left.

And you moved on.

And I stayed right where you left me.

Should I go back in time,

relive the memories?

They were the happiest I’ve ever been.

Now my tears have dried.

But the ache remains.