“Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? …I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me?”—John Green (via shehashopesashighasmountains)
“The ceiling,” James sighs. “I like the ceiling. It doesn’t twinkle. It’s not beautiful or far away. It’s not going to up and dump you one day because it thinks you pulled a prank on Severus Bloody Snape. Don’t you like the ceiling, Pete? The ceiling is so lovely.”—James Potter in Chapter 11,Shoebox Project (via jesusbloodyfuckmoony)
“In response to the common criticism that Holden Caulfield, the narrator of the Catcher in the Rye, is unlikable; I regret to inform you that you are also unlikable. So am I. There’s this like, weird but pervasive feeling in the world of contemporary coming-of-age fiction that characters ought to be, like, either the person you want to be or the person you want to be with. And I am happy to acknowledge that Holden Caulfield is not the guy you want to be or the guy you want to be with. He’s not Edward Cullen. But he is the guy you secretly know yourself to be, which I would argue is in the end more interesting.”—John Green on Holden Caulfield of “The Catcher in the Rye” (via artgarfunkel-)
I’m currently wearing Eclipse, which was said to smell like almonds and happiness. When I first put it on, it was overwhelmingly marzipan (blergh). Mellowed out, it’s much nicer, rather cinnamony and warm. Still deciding.
Cheshire Cat smelled a little too much like soap. Very nice grapefruit, but with the smells all together I just didn’t love it.
Frumious Bandersnatch was a frimp, supposed to smell like plum and musk. This one was very interesting, but it also smelled a little too much like Yankee Candle to me.
Yemaya was the other frimp: honeydew and wet. It didn’t change much when I was wearing it, but stayed a sickly sweet, bubblegum/Jolly Ranger melon flavor. No thank you.
“Rowling wrote Hermione to eschew stereotypes. She doesn’t end up with the hero; she is never there to function as Harry’s love interest. She prefers Arithmancy to Divination in school. Hermione is also a total badass, despite her prim and proper reputation. (…) So often, female characters are allowed to be aggressive or rebellious, but in exchange are stripped of any traditionally feminine qualities and instead are forced to pick up traditionally masculine traits. However, Hermione is never made to do that. Most notably, she is written to be highly logical AND emotionally expressive, a combination not commonly afforded to most of today’s leading ladies.”—
I have many opinions about this movie. I think they made a lot of very dumb choices that weakened it considerably. I also think that the beautiful moments were the most beautiful I’ve seen. I cried bitterly and I’ll probably see it several more times in theaters.
But part of the reason I cried so much was because this was yet another ending. One of my friends texted me to say that we are partaking in history, and how glad she was that we got to take this journey. It’s really true; ours was the luckiest generation. While we will never get that back, we were so incredibly fortunate to have it shape us for so long. And it will go on shaping us for all our lives.
My favorite so far is definitely Dorian. I wore it to work today, and it’s lovely, rather more like I expected Snake Oil to be: vanilla, but with a soft spicy something to it. I’ll probably end up with a bottle of this.
Jersey Devil is a little more Yankee Candle-ish than I’d like. It started off very vegetable, but has mellowed out to a layered cranberry. I haven’t decided yet.
Centzon Totochtin was a disappointment. It started out chocolaty, then quickly turned into a spicy potpourri smell. Not for me.
And Miskatonic University didn’t evolve much, but stayed the same froofy Starbucks drink all night. It may be too foody for me, but I can see this being the all-nighter smell of a student like myself.
I’ve been thinking about clichés. I usually hate them, particularly if they are of a romantic nature. It seems to me that most clichés are still around for the same reasons that we use euphemisms; it makes things easier to simplify, contextualize, and not bother to grasp a thing’s full implications. Or else, they kind of got stuck in modern understanding and people use them out of habit, not because they have any real meaning. However, there are a few that exist for a reason, which is that they are rather nice, and therefore worth bringing up on very rare occasions. So yes. Those are my thoughts on that subject.
In other news, I had half a pint of ice cream for lunch, I’m rereading bits of the Shoebox Project, and it’s thundering outside. Happy days.
“Are you serious?! You think that’s cool? OH MY GOD YOU JUST RUINED THE WHOLE THING. … The whole thing where a boy who is not unattractive or unintelligent or seemingly in any way unacceptable looks at me and points out incorrect uses of literality and compares me to actresses and asks me to watch a movie at his house but of course there is always a hamartia and yours is that, oh my god, even though you had freaking cancer, you give money to a company in exchange for the chance to acquire yet more cancer! Oh my god, let me just say, let me just assure you that not being able to breathe sucks. You are totally disappointing! Totally!”—John Green, The Fault in Our Stars