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My names Madylan. I'm a college freshmen. My only concern are cats.


ghost-of-bambi:

luckyladybutterfly:

velvetonions:

there needs to be a cooking show in which tv chefs go into student flats or houses and have to cook a full 3 course meal only using ingredients and equipment they can find in the kitchen

#HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COOK ANYTHING WITH DORITOS AND INSTANT NOODLES#THEY DON’T EVEN HAVE A SAUCEPAN.

They do have a saucepan, but someone’s eating cereal out of it.

(Source: queerodactyl)

nathanielemmett:

Rose: I can see everything. All that is, all that was, all that ever could be. The Doctor: That’s what I see. All the time. And doesn’t it drive you mad? Rose: My head— The Doctor: Come here. Rose: —is killing me. The Doctor: I think you need a doctor.
Lolita is not about love, because love is always mutual; Lolita is about obsession, which is never, ever love, and Nabokov himself was so disappointed that people did not understand this and take away the right message… For how could anyone call this feeding frenzy of selfishness, devouring, and destruction “love”?

 In her preface to LOLITA, Mary Gaitskill reflects on a review by Vanity Fair’s Gregor von Rezzori in which he calls the novel: “The only convincing love story of the century (via dollymyfolly)

I once knew a woman whose takeaway from Lolita was “women are so manipulative, they’ll do anything to get what they want from a man”

I couldn’t even say anything, clearly there was some deep shit going on there so I just backed away, but I have seen this angle reflected in literary analysis, though framed more as “the New World (Lolita, America) corrupting the Old (Humbert, Europe)” — which, yes, there’s a lot of stuff in there about nationality and national character but maybe it’s primarily a story about how men can be monsters

it takes a lot of effort to misread Lolita this badly, I mean, Dolly clearly states that she’s being raped and kept prisoner, Humbert himself knows that she hates him and that she cries herself to sleep every single night, he knows what he’s doing is wrong and he says so even in the midst of his unreliable narration so you really just have to think that it’s okay for a grown man to rape a 12-year-old in order to think this is a love story

(via cumaeansibyl)

That vanity fair blurb is a travesty & so is putting it on every edition ever.

That quote tells you everything you need to know abt that guy; it’s also a good Rorschach test for people. If they agree I already know I will hate them.

(via clarawebbwillcutoffyourhead)

Reblogged for emphasis.

To this day I go positively in-fucking-sane whenever people use the term “Lolita” without acknowledging that Dolly was repeatedly and brutally raped from the time she was 12 until she was 15 years-old.

She was so desperate to get away that she would demand Humbert would pay her in exchange for allowing him to do some really depraved shit to her body. Then she’d squirrel the money away in various hiding places, clearly in preparation for her eventual escape.

And know what Humbert would do every time he found one of Dolly’s caches of money? He’d take it and pocket it. He even started searching the house for these caches when he got wise.

Things finally get so bad that Dolly eventually runs away under the “protection” of another pedo-/ebophile just to get away from Humbert. But when even her new “protector” was too much of a perv for her to deal with, she eventually took off to make a go of it on her own.

And guess what? That didn’t end well either. Although Dolly manages to grab a little brief happiness for herself, she still ends up dying young.

To quote the people above me: Dolly even fucking comes out and says Humbert raped her. And even if Dolly didn’t say so, it’s pretty goddamn obvious from the context.

How Lolita as a book has been so badly misread, misunderstood, and otherwise misinterpreted boggles my ever-loving fucking mind.

(via liz-marcs)


myccroft:

take a moment and realize there are people who hate rose tyler. like what else do you hate. happiness? puppies? rainbows? where does it end.