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Jessa Cripsin is retiring from the legendary #1 book blog Bookslut, and Lauren Oyler will be taking over 

read Jessa Crispin’s goodbye post here

"In many ways, the last twelve years were not really about, hey let’s talk about some books I’ve been reading. It was more about, how does one think through how one lives on the planet. How do you synthesize ideas, how do you follow a thought through centuries of other people’s thoughts. And look: I loved it." - Jessa Crispin

electric-cereal:

Ghosts by Moon Temple
It’s a bad idea to become close to a writer because it hurts to know the truth about yourself. Your heart will be pierced. It becomes suffocating. At the age of eight, in the summer-time, I would swim at a swimming pool with the day-camp group my grandma paid for me to be a part of. Paid for me to get out of the house, interact with others my own age, gain useful life-lessons from the high school-aged counselors managing the camp. In the pool, the older boys would often swim up behind me, putting one hand on my head and the other around my shoulders, and dunk me. Every time felt like death. So sudden. I’d be gasping for air for a full minute after. The way other people speak about you when they don’t realize you are listening. The way other people see you. The words feel suffocating.
read story here

electric-cereal:

Ghosts by Moon Temple

It’s a bad idea to become close to a writer because it hurts to know the truth about yourself. Your heart will be pierced. It becomes suffocating. At the age of eight, in the summer-time, I would swim at a swimming pool with the day-camp group my grandma paid for me to be a part of. Paid for me to get out of the house, interact with others my own age, gain useful life-lessons from the high school-aged counselors managing the camp. In the pool, the older boys would often swim up behind me, putting one hand on my head and the other around my shoulders, and dunk me. Every time felt like death. So sudden. I’d be gasping for air for a full minute after. The way other people speak about you when they don’t realize you are listening. The way other people see you. The words feel suffocating.

read story here

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