My literary dream is to trap myself inside a groundhog day inspired loop that takes place in New York on the day Charlie Rose interviewed Donna Tartt. And, yes, Donna would be the Andie Macdowell. Just imagine tracking her down in the city (that alone would take up the first week), then having eternity to fall in love with her again and again, each day, beginning at 8:30 am when you meet her in the green room or lobby or wherever and have the perfect compliment or snide remark (after years of practice), and you capture her attention immediately. Then it's off to lunch. Donna agrees to meet you in a highlife café or a israelite deli or some such place in Manhattan. The conversation goes flawlessly and, despite the fact you've been repeating the same words for years upon years now, her laughter and smile have you thinking anew, "Am I really this lucky?" Together you and Donna spend the day visiting eclectic book shops and libraries and talking with each other about Homer, (whom by this point you've been studying for years), and Donna expresses how really "gobsmacked" she feels at whom she's chanced at meeting. As is necessary, the day ends, dwindles down -- but not before you and Donna skate the ice at 30 rock! Donna can't believe how "slick" a skater you are considering where you grew up, but really it's "nothing to write home about," you answer with a dashing laugh. And then comes the best part. The proverbial cherry on top. You fall asleep together, lovingly, warmly -- all but assured the best day of your life is fated not to end, but to repeat itself, forever.
Beauty? What is it? It is only skin deep and in the eye of the beholder besides.
Most every woman writer was beautiful at some point, and therefore “has beauty and brains”
Beauty is a wonderful thing, but it’s also used for evil ends, besides being misunderstood as a temporary state. Inner beauty is far more important and elusive
I would hate to be a woman. Imagine spending hours upon hours perfecting your craft, going through painstaking edits and revisions of your manuscript, and putting your soul into your writing, only for horny men to talk about how pretty you are.
no its actually small brain. women are herd animals. they have no independent thoughts of their own and side with their direct peers with little to no divergence.
Kino kino kino kino kino kino kino kino kino
Still searching for her.
Juana Inés de la Cruz
who?
I just said it.
Damn you weren't kidding.
I don't trust no paintings.
She didn’t trust em either
Literally Krysten Ritter
Who??
Lispector
Plath
Bachmann
Loy
Plath had neither.
Kys, gay
Not a gay, just a man with good taste.
The young Hilda Hilst.
Jeanette Paul Sartre huh
Donna, of course.
She's cute, not beautiful.
She's beautiful AND cute.
Bad writer.
Bad reader
Ellis is gay for not marrying her
Is she writing a new book? She's just about due for another one, right?
/ourgirl/
woolf and didion
Woolf started as a 9/10 and then grew to be a 3/10
Weird ass eyeballs man
ann beattie
My literary dream is to trap myself inside a groundhog day inspired loop that takes place in New York on the day Charlie Rose interviewed Donna Tartt. And, yes, Donna would be the Andie Macdowell. Just imagine tracking her down in the city (that alone would take up the first week), then having eternity to fall in love with her again and again, each day, beginning at 8:30 am when you meet her in the green room or lobby or wherever and have the perfect compliment or snide remark (after years of practice), and you capture her attention immediately. Then it's off to lunch. Donna agrees to meet you in a highlife café or a israelite deli or some such place in Manhattan. The conversation goes flawlessly and, despite the fact you've been repeating the same words for years upon years now, her laughter and smile have you thinking anew, "Am I really this lucky?" Together you and Donna spend the day visiting eclectic book shops and libraries and talking with each other about Homer, (whom by this point you've been studying for years), and Donna expresses how really "gobsmacked" she feels at whom she's chanced at meeting. As is necessary, the day ends, dwindles down -- but not before you and Donna skate the ice at 30 rock! Donna can't believe how "slick" a skater you are considering where you grew up, but really it's "nothing to write home about," you answer with a dashing laugh. And then comes the best part. The proverbial cherry on top. You fall asleep together, lovingly, warmly -- all but assured the best day of your life is fated not to end, but to repeat itself, forever.
Beauty? What is it? It is only skin deep and in the eye of the beholder besides.
Most every woman writer was beautiful at some point, and therefore “has beauty and brains”
alright you fricking autist
Not autistic
Oh hell no.
Beauty is a wonderful thing, but it’s also used for evil ends, besides being misunderstood as a temporary state. Inner beauty is far more important and elusive
>t. e-girlcon
I would hate to be a woman. Imagine spending hours upon hours perfecting your craft, going through painstaking edits and revisions of your manuscript, and putting your soul into your writing, only for horny men to talk about how pretty you are.
>thread is titled beauty and the brains
Yuritard. Maybe learn to read sometimes
I've had a crush on Christina Rossetti and Christina, Queen of Sweden.
>female
>very cute
>better than me at my field
see this, what do?
>captcha: ngm_
You make her your wife.
Young Cybil Shepherd is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
Brie Larson is her spiritual successor
cute
Reactionary peasant bows before liberal Empress.
Tove Jansson
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ono_no_Komachi
Cleopatra
>What female writer has both beauty and brains?
Who cares?
It's not like you're watching the writer while reading you fricking simps.
I bet she could’ve been a freak in bed.
I'm waiting..
Cristina Campo
Hilda Doolittle
Hilda Hilst
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
Joan Didion
Alejandra Pizarnik
Barbara Guest
Pizarnik is great, but not beautiful. I already post the obscena senhora D.
> Beauty
BOOBAS
> Brains
She hung herself before hitting the wall.
>before
pic unrelated?
>hates manlets with passion
is this a bigbrain move?
no its actually small brain. women are herd animals. they have no independent thoughts of their own and side with their direct peers with little to no divergence.
t. bitter manlet
Cope
No its the truth. Also you'll never be A real woman
>"When a woman has scholarly inclinations there is usually something wrong with her sexual organs."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
t. Guy who tried to marry Lou Salome and got rejected
The ones that arent't feminists.
Cope
sexo
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ada_Lovelace
Everyone else is either ugly or dumb.
My girlfriend.
Mary gaitskill
The girl reading this.
there are no girls on IQfy
Countess of Winchilsea
me
L O N D O N
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and who you might be?