Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)
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The Prestige, Hanif Abdurraqib
[ Text ID: the poem begins not where the knife enters / but where the blade twists. ]
being mutuals isn’t enough we need to eat breakfast in the garden together
I honestly think the scenes of greatest intimacy in Austen are those moments of unspoken solidarity between people when they have to deal with a difficult person: Emma and Mr. Knightley handling the crisis of snow at Christmas, Darcy and Elizabeth curtailing Caroline Bingley's bitchiness to protect Georgiana in the music room, Wentworth seeing the child clinging to Anne's neck and wordlessly removing him, Edmund and Fanny dancing silently together at the end of a long ball, just enjoying being introverts together away from the Crawfords, Col. Brandon fetching Mrs. Dashwood because she would be of comfort to Marianne and Elinor...
“We are not those who burnt, because flames were deemed too showy for wilting flowers except when fire was chosen as the only way to teach us again how to be silent We are those who march with our own pace, our hearts hollow diamonds capable of engulfing all the rivers of the Earth and love them equally We are those who were running on the island which still remembers us and calls to us, racing the wind and the goddesses, verses in our heads and violets tangled in our hands We are those defying the implicit rules in the chaotic city we loved and hated and spited and the world buried us under heaps of parchment which would make people feel for centuries We are mothers and daughters of the same name, walking different parts of Europe in different years, asking for rights or inventing the modern novel during a storm – how appropriate We are those who let words flow from our pen in letters similar to streams and novels to rivers, always water surrounding us, water we would ultimately embrace We are those conjoining under a bright and coloured southern sky after the grey and brown of a city where only others seemed to be able to write, because between us two we had the Earth and the Moon We are all of those, and more anonymous legions still, forgotten but alive, trampled on but with our eyes intact and our voices sharpened like knives We are, after all, daughters of so many goddesses; you thought you were naming storms after us – it is we who created them”
— We Were Just Allowed to Breathe and Yet Hurricanes are Female, E.M.F.
happy "everyone forgets that icarus also flew" monday. i want to throw up !
"anything worth doing is worth doing badly"............."not failing as he fell but just coming to the end of his triumph"......goodnight (it's noon)
the nuisance of our language is stunning
ahh but true slavs know they all have slightly different meanings ;)
english sucks because they have like 3 swear words combined
@one-time-i-dreamt can you answer this?
jebati - fuck someone
podjebavati - to screw around with someone
zajebavati - same as above but more joking and lighthearted
zajebati - fuck something up or fuck someone over
izjebati - could mean to fuck someone good or fuck someone up lol
ujebati - made a mistake
razjebati - break something
sjebati - fucked something up, made a mistake
nadjebavati - outsmart someone
jebuckati - to talk minor shit, also a more innocent way to say fuck
odjebati - ditch someone
najebati - get in trouble
prejebati - screw someone over, do something sneaky (bad)
dojebati - move somewhere, often said about people from rural areas moving to big towns
my personal fav - nejebica - state of fucklessness
cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it
"The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain."
-Ursula K. LeGuin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas
"Evil is boring. Right? I kinda believe in the banality and mundaneness of evil. Evil is just selfish impulses, which at the end of the day are really easy to understand. It’s easy to understand why people do bad things. It’s like “yeah, ok, you’re selfish and scared and cruel, I get it”. Being good is complex and beautiful and hard." - Brennan Lee Mulligan
“Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.”
- Simone Weil
"Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope."
- Vincent van Gogh
tea isn’t just a drink it’s a handwarmer it’s an experience it’s a love language it’s a friend it’s
”I know nobody cares but I finally cleaned my room after a whi-“ ME!!!! I CARE!!!!!!!!! I CARE SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOURE AMAZING!!! KEEP GOING!!!!!!!! IM PROUD OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
abstract and modern art haters are sooo snobby like klein literally Created an entirely new pigment and then painted a canvas in a way where the brush strokes wouldn't be visible. the insinuation that people with no skill could reproduce that is so annoying because unless you are skilled at color mixing and painting you definitely couldn’t lmao
i hope it's okay to add this because i think it hits the nail directly on the head
Honestly, it's like picking up a book and saying "I know all these words, I can type, I could have written this" like there's no middle step between the technical ability and the finished work.
recently at a bar someone told me i seem like id have a lot of pdfs
girl who has given up 100,000,000,000 times
this means she has tried again at least 99,999,999,999 times. one of the most admirable traits one can have
“I am the daughter of myself. I am born of my own dream. My dream sustains me.”
— Rosario Castellanos (trans. Magda Bogin), excerpt from “Wailing Wall” from The Selected Poems of Rosario Castellanos
jess allen, the passing of time (2023)