birds by the snow

"Water, is taught by thirst.
Land—by the Oceans passed.
Transport—by throe
Peace—by its battles told—
Love, by memorial mold—
Birds, by the snow."

NYU Gallatin senior studying literature and coming off a year abroad at Oxford. This space is for book quotes, rants, Gilmore Girls/Harry Potter/Prep appreciation, general rambling.

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It’s 100% a love story. The best love stories are the ones where they don’t end up together. We very deliberately tried to make it like a love story. She has girl, she loses girl, she tries to win girl back. Just trying to make it feel like it was existing within the tropes of a romantic love story, then letting the reins go. It’s sad. That’s my favorite feeling in movies, that ache.

Greta Gerwig, on Frances/Sophie’s relationship

Yesterday’s encounter had me watching Frances Ha clips and missing Julia (even though I didn’t see this with her) and feeling better about staying in my apartment, which is on 7th St. 

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I’m a gilmore girls academic

I’m a gilmore girls academic

i hate all these articles because i've known this 'trivia' forever

and the rest of the world doesn’t deserve to find out in a short recap what it took me many interviews and DVD commentaries to learn

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banderboucher:

it’s not a sunday unless you completely waste it then feel really sad around 8pm

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I’m making mid-September resolutions to a) look at my phone less while walking in the street, b) stop re-taking selfies (especially while doing a)), c) get the apple instead of chips at Panera because chips always, always make me nauseous and I never, never learn. 

one cool thing that happened when I wasn’t doing a) is that I passed by Greta Gerwig on Broadway. In what I hoped was a completely even voice, I told her how much I loved her movies, and she said “thank you so much” and seemed to really mean it, to be happy that someone had stopped to tell her that. Or so that’s what I want to believe.

And I think of all the embarrassing moments I created freshman year by giddily approaching several celebrities and then immediately texting all of my close friends. The other day, Lindsey told me that Harrison had said that “being Olivia’s friend is shaking your head at her half the time and the other half thinking, ‘I’m so PROUD of you.’” I was proud of myself for being calm, which comes from meeting so many accomplished people in New York and realizing that that will happen. (Especially because I’m at an institution like NYU, especially because I live downtown.) Also, I know now that one meaningless interaction is nothing to get too excited about. But it’s also sometimes important — not only for you, but for the other person, as long as it’s not overwhelming or disruptive — to let them know how much you appreciate their work. 

and suddenly i realised…

denchgang:

…i was my own problematic fave

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I went to Connecticut today to see my mom. Her fiancé is from New Canaan and he flies up there periodically to watch his grandsons play football and whatnot, and she goes with him. We went to a game but I thought it was boring so I said I was going to “watch from the shady side” but re-read The Virgin Suicides for class under a tree instead. I know everyone loves that book and I think the concept was original at the time but now it’s not, and obviously Eugenides can’t predict that, but I’m tired of young boys being voyeurs of girls and the girls having no say, especially in as sensitive a topic as suicide. The book isn’t REALLY about suicide. (Though there’s one line I love and think about a lot, because it’s true, and that’s “Suicide is deeper than death.”) The book is really about voyeurism and repression and defining girls’ narratives for them. It won’t fill your prescription for books about kindred, suicidal spirits. 

I used to idealize Connecticut and still romanticize suburbia in many ways, but its Gold Coast is irritating. It’s especially so because the whiteness and wealth isn’t addressed — as if the way things are is natural and that they just stumbled into their nice houses. It’s not a coincidence that someone who made a shit-ton of money has family members that also made money in the same line of business.

I also think it’s hilarious when rich people attempt to seem “normal” by denying their wealth, and yet the denial makes them seem more ridiculous and ignorant. They’ll think that Greenwich or Palm Beach or Hanover is “small-town America” because it has a liquor store and a cheese shop and then a J.Crew and then an old-fashioned ice cream parlor. (One word that floated around today was “rural”….) 

Or they’ll disclaim that something is too expensive, and laugh, because not being able to afford something means they have money worries like the rest of us. But the rest of us don’t laugh about a lack of money at the table, because that fact is awkward and embarrassing and understood. When I worked in Long Island for the crazy mother that fired me (and I’m not just saying that vengefully), she yelled at The Help about “who’s going to pay for the hedges to be redone???!” And I thought, “Um, YOU, because YOU’RE the one with four billion dollars.” (Also, YOU keep your dog tied up so of course when she’s outside she goes crazy and digs through your precious hedges). 

I watched these small humans play football and thought about all the articles I’ve read about concussions, and how the sport doesn’t look too exhilarating or rewarding, because you’re punching other small people and moving in short bursts because nothing’s in real time and the clock keeps stopping. I’ve been thinking for the past few months that I regret not doing a sport in high school. At the time, the commitment seemed exhausting. During the last period of the day I would consider the sporty girls and feel sorry for them because they had to do another thing. (I, meanwhile, could drive home and take the shower I’d been longing for since my hair dried after the last one, and read a book in bed and nap and wake up for dinner and fall asleep for good.) 

But sports generate camaraderie, friendships, toned thighs, etc etc. I loved being goalie and I admired swimmers and my best friend who won best in state at tennis and got recruited to Yale. But even I understood that playing football was no longer cool, that Friday night football games were a thing because people wanted them to be a thing, not because anyone actually cared. Also, the smart and popular boys (because those were the golden ones in my high school) did mild sports, enough to be well-rounded, or well enough to be recruited. (But they were already smart, and so that just helped in the final push.)  

It was a really beautiful day, the best weather — clear and cold. On my way to Grand Central I passed by Third North, where freshmen live, and several of them were leaving. One was talking about their night. I was happy for them, because they had just started college and were still in the stage of “everything is too new to be bad yet.” Not that it’s bad for everyone — and it wasn’t for me, thankfully — but it is for some, and that usually comes after the rush of the first few weeks. It was a Sunday in the fall and they had no classes and they were freer than usual, which isn’t saying too much because even walking to class in college is liberating. 

At the restaurant I ordered green tea because I’d been carsick all day. I ordered it yesterday, too, during a babysitting interview, and am thinking of making a general switch to tea. Whenever I order coffee I never feel refreshed and instead feel momentarily worse about myself and my impulsive food/drink decisions. 

I stepped outside to capture the sunset, and a girl was asking her mother if she could take a picture of the sky. I said that I had just asked my mother, whose iPhone is better than mine, the same question. 

We’re talking about my story in Colson Whitehead’s class tomorrow and I feel like it was sort of shitty and not my best writing and I don’t even know what my best writing is anymore and I’m so anxious about it all that I’m just copying paragraphs from The Lovely Bones and Prep because their prose, to me, is perfect. 

 

mufasamonsta:

tahthetrickster:

i really like looking at google image searches for “firemen rescuing cats” or something because you get super cute pictures like

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AND THEN THERE’S THIS ONE

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"THAT’S RIGHT TWAS I that set the house ablaze!!!”

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awhh yeah I love seeing photos of my friends when they’re just chilling and then whenever I want to post one I’m like, wow, everyone is going to be so annoyed I’m just posting a photo of myself. So I’m glad you liked its inclusion :)
I was uptown, finishing babysitting! And have you not seen the Alice in Wonderland statue in Central Park? if you visit the city we can go! It’s by the Boat Pond (where we find out that Holly Golightly is really Texan, and her husband buys Cracker Jacks.)

awhh yeah I love seeing photos of my friends when they’re just chilling and then whenever I want to post one I’m like, wow, everyone is going to be so annoyed I’m just posting a photo of myself. So I’m glad you liked its inclusion :)

I was uptown, finishing babysitting! And have you not seen the Alice in Wonderland statue in Central Park? if you visit the city we can go! It’s by the Boat Pond (where we find out that Holly Golightly is really Texan, and her husband buys Cracker Jacks.)