trying to read with a vibrator inside
Here is the video, for anyone curious.
I have to reblog this again bc I just watched the video and I think it’s one of the most perfect things I have ever seen
ok this is a weird reblog from me but OMG HER FACES ARE JUST SO CUTE
She’s trying SO HARD to take the reading part seriously and focus but all her lady bits are having a party and she is just so precious my god
also her facial expressions are pretty good for happy/cute/fluff smut references. My favorite are the last two. PRECIOUS.
I thought it was a joke, then went to the link, then was amazed.
I love love LOVE this series! Haha
stoya is just the cutest.
(also “all her lady bits are having a party” - i lol’d.)
- watch the video where this is from
- all the other ‘hysterical literature’ videos
- other hysterical photosets: stoya, danielle, alicia, teresa, stormy
(Source : baddroid)
The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. A friend bought it for me as a secret Santa present, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it- I had never heard of it, and the summary was dull. A book about a girl with cancer meeting a boy who turns her world upside down. Sounds like a teenage chick-lit novel with a sob story ending.
But here I am at the end of the book, with a pile of used tissues, a congested nose and red, swollen eyes. This book didn’t blow me away, but still, I find myself emotionally invested. There’s a profoundness that I don’t understand, but at the same time, I do. A defeatist sarcasm that plays both in my head and the book.
I don’t want to like this book. But I do. I don’t want to be one of those silly girls who gets attached to a fictional character in a book.When they make it into a movie, the movie will be terrible. It will be a soppy teenage romance about a girl with cancer who falls in love with the perfect man- like a Korean drama, but with white people and worse. And I don’t think I am attached. But there’s a clarity and a confusion in the poeticism of the novel. The storyline is elementary. The thought and execution is exquisite.
“But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he had Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/ But in ourselves.’ Easy enough to say when you’re a Roman nobleman (or Shakespeare!), but there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars.”
I can’t quite decide if I liked the book or the writing, the story or the fragments of reality embedded in the narrative revealing the fleetingness of life and the inevitability of death.
If you haven’t already, you should read the this book. It will make you cry but it might also make you think. Like 113am pointed out, the premise is pretty blah but I found that what i took away from the book was far greater than the sum of its parts. If you like The Fault in Our Stars you will also like Looking For Alaska, also by John Green.
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
I powered through this one in a matter of days and I loved it. It kind of reminded me of a straightforward Murakami novel, if that is possible. So it is fucked up, but generally you know what is going on and even though you don’t exactly know why things are happening, you can at least be fairly sure that they ARE happening.
Actually quite funny (especially considering it’s by Douglas Coupland, one of the strangest people who calls Canada home). Easy read. I was done in like an hour.
There’s 7 short stories:
So yes, that’s what I read last night. There’s no shame in reading YA.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84. This, ladies and gents, is how to close a chapter.
I wonder if they noticed the full frontal assault on their bandwidth? I hope I wasn’t causing them great financial trauma with my almost constant youtube-ing.
It’s not so bad though.
Because I couldn’t connect to the internet in my living room any more, I sat down and started reading IQ84 by Haruki Murakami.
It’s fantastic. Turn off your computers and go read it now. It’s one of those ones where you wish you could remember it all perfectly because it’s so quotable.
And, of course, it’s surreal and enigmatic as all fuck. Classic Murakami.
Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass.
I’ve been on a bit of a YA kick lately.
4 Awesome things today:
reblogging for charms, turtle, and 113am, since they suffered through putting on our highschool’s production of Jane Eyre with me. oh how i wish i could forget those days… DAMN THE PASSION, DAMN THE SKIES.