After a minor freak out about not being able to get onto the page I managed to get into all the classes I wanted!
I have Psychology of Gender, Race and Ethnicity, Magazine Publishing Overview, British Romanticism, and British Novel 1 with classes only on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. In short I will be an interesting stressful semester.
the worst thing about robespierre’s death that always gets me is that he was shot/tried to shoot himself in the jaw. so the final moments of his life before he was guillotined he couldn’t speak and that was his thing, he could do this amazing speeches with such powerful words. i just think it’s so sad that at the end of his life he never got the chance to speak.
“The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.”—Stephen King (via subtlelights)
“He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.”—Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)