Things That Make Me Smile

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Mar 8

likeniobe:

the names of actaeons hounds in golding’s metamorphoses are blackfoot, stalker, spy, eatall, scalecliff, killbuck, savage, spring, hunter, lightfoot, woodman, shepherd, laund, greedygut, ladon, blab, fleetwood, patch, wight, bowman, royster, tawny, ruffler, tempest, cole, swift, woolfe, rugge, jollyboy, chorle, ringwood, slo, and hillbred. FYI

biglawbear:

biglawbear:

roycohn:

sonny and cher were kind of the blueprint for “she’s everything, he’s just ken”

He was the mayor of palm springs California

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I’m being hunted for sport in the notes

What advice do you have for a 14 year old girl?

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hikingdyke-deactivated20170912:

This is so vague I love it. The voices you are hearing are real, god is speaking to you. The nation of France needs you. Don your armor, take up arms, lead the French army. This is your destiny, joan. When the flames come for you let them lick your bones and laugh.

Dec 7

wilwheaton:

cryptid-sighting:

Like this post if you’ve ever accidentally tripped and crashed into the Forbidden Greenhouse inside the Punishment Zone and were promptly arrested by two shapely twinks dressed in linen thongs and harnesses who immediately gave you the Death Penalty

I am the only person on this planet who can legitimately like this post. All you fakers GTFO.

shesnake:

shesnake:

everyone’s doomed by the narrative bitch let’s get you some fruit

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Sep 9

victusinveritas:

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Kids will just love the cold Vulcan logic of Spock.

zuktara:

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Barbie. Directed by Greta Gerwig, performances by Margot Robbie and Rhea Perlman, Warner Bros. et al.

Buonarroti, Michelangelo. The Creation of Adam. c. 1508-1512, Sistine Chapel, in the Vatican, Rome.

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Robbie, Margot. “‘Barbie’ Easter Eggs: Greta Gerwig and Margot Robbie Dish on Their Favorite Hidden Details.” Interview by Angelique Jackson. Variety, 22 July, 2023.

thepunkpanther:

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But one is a stranger, a woman she notices while she sits on a bench, gathering herself. It’s a type of woman she has never seen before, because there are no old women in Barbieland. When Barbie looks at her, she finds her beautiful and tells her so. The woman already knows. Suddenly Barbie, the fraught aspirational figure, has beheld someone she might aspire to be, and it is a radiantly content nonagenarian, reading a newspaper on a Los Angeles bench, who knows what she’s worth.

“The idea of a loving God who’s a mother, a grandmother — who looks at you and says, ‘Honey, you’re doing OK’ — is something I feel like I need and I wanted to give to other people,” Gerwig says. When it was suggested that this scene, which Gerwig calls a “transaction of grace,” might be cut for time, she remembers thinking: “If I cut that scene, I don’t know why I’m making this movie. If I don’t have that scene, I don’t know what it is or what I’ve done.

adruze:

inkskinned:

nosebleedclub:

Tell me a soft memory

we would find out later i had burned off my entire cornea - about 65% of my eye. my doctor told me it is the organ with the highest concentration of nerve endings - i was in an amount of pain that can’t be spoken.

and i was blind. for the first time in my life, i was totally blind. i kept thinking about reading, about writing. weirdly, just once, about driving. we had no idea if i would ever see again. just like that - my entire life was different.

it is a strange place to reference for a soft memory, to begin here.

my siblings were taking excellent care of me, but there was a moment in the hospital where, just through bad luck and timing - both of them had to step away for a moment. i was crying at that point; not emotionally. for 3 days after this i would still be crying, my tears, like a mermaid’s, a frothy pink with blood.

my brother worried about leaving me. he had another, just-as-bad emergency.

“i got her,” someone said. “don’t worry.”

a soft hand held mine, and then she started talking.

her name was jess. she has a wife named clyde. they live a few blocks up the street. clyde fell down, but the x-rays seem to be coming back better than expected. jess says she’s got long dark hair and “more wrinkles than an elephant”. jess describes every chair in the room and every person. she talks about her two kids and her cats and her favorite memories from college.

a doctor came. i had to switch to a different waiting room. i tried to stand up to follow the voice - i found jess’s hand, following me. she didn’t let go. she kept talking the whole way: lamp to your left, just a few more steps, okay to your right is the ugliest painting, good, now a little more walking straight, you got it baby

in the new silence of the next room she sat me down and called my brother for me, telling him where we’d gone to. and she stayed there for a bit, just chatting, her voice echoing in the eerie quiet. gently describing the room to me. and then someone was rude. from the sound of the voice, a kid, i think.

“why is she crying?”

“she just lost her vision,” jess said. “she can’t see.”

“oh.” said the kid. “that’s scary.”

the kid tells me he is here because he has peas stuck up his nose. that makes me laugh, his mom (?) groans. she tells me about the kid (he’s 6, he likes paw patrol and eating cheese), about herself, about moving from cali.

jess says she’s sorry, but she has to leave now, she’s gotta go check on her wife.

“don’t worry,” says the mom. “i got her.” and then i felt her hand press into mine.

for hours like that: i am taken care of by strangers. each person just talking with whatever comes to their head - not for any reward or celebrity or real reason, i guess. just because i am scared and alone and in the hospital and blinded and need to be distracted. not everyone even got told the story - they would just pick up in the silence with - oh by the way the television is playing HGTV - do you like that kind of a thing? yeah, me too, but could never quite get into those open-floor plans, i’ll tell you -

by the time my brother is able to come back, the room is buzzing. we talk to each other like old friends, laughing, cracking jokes about if you don’t like hospital food wait until you get on an airplane and can’t believe i’m up past two in the morning what a party animal i’m becoming. i am holding the hands of someone named drew, who likes my crow tattoo and making crochet snails.

there are many dark moments full of pain in this world. this - in the low of absolute-dark, absolute-pain: people find a way to paint in it anyway. the color splash of their voices: this triumphant, radiating kindness of - let’s be here together, let me help you, let’s keep going.

i never saw their faces. i can’t remember many of their names. but i think about them often, and the way we all took a deep breath - and did something gentle amongst the pain.

Most of us could probably stand to benefit from reading this. I did. It’s really lovely.

hamletthedane:

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Jun 5

secretmellowblog:

I love how Les Mis (the original novel) is so fundamentally hopeful about the power of rebellion and activism. So many adaptations/retellings of Les Mis imply its message is kinda shallow and defeatist— something about how rebellion never changes anything/always puts you back right where you began, so it’s wiser to never stand against the government. But that’s not the novel at all.

The original novel, which Hugo wrote as a barely-veiled call to action against the government of Napoleon III, is so convinced of the value of resistance against tyranny. The message is not that resistance is doomed to fail— it is that resistance to an unjust government is imperative, and it will be a moral victory even if the resistance is crushed.

The June rebellion in Les mis May have been repressed, and it may have failed in its goal of overthrowing the monarchy— but later rebellions did eventually succeed. France doesn’t have a monarchy anymore. A democracy is now in place, the way the rebels of 1832 would’ve wanted. There’s an undercurrent of hope throughout Les Mis— it’s not a story about how rebellion/resistance is futile, it’s a story about how it’s necessary, and about how positive social change is not only possible but also inevitable.

Jun 5

cosettegf:

hey sorry we put your boyfriends in a perpetual time loop. yeah they’re fated to die tragically in a doomed rebellion on 5-6th june every year. sorry.

chicafinal:

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house md is a show about a man commited to the bit for the sole purpose of keeping his boy best friend single

petermonkeebff-deactivated20230:

i think we all shld go back to the obsession over memento mori of european art back in the day like i think all influencers shld have flies and skulls and rotting fruit in the background of their highly stylzed and photoshopped insta posts i think that wld b good for us all to put things into prespective

jabberwockypie:
“ortusnigenad:
“ fuckindiva:
“ Aeschylus’ The Oresteia: Agamemnon (tr. Richmond Lattimore)
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#this line fucking floors me every time #idk the idea that 2500 years ago people were consoling the grieving in the SAME WAY #and the...

jabberwockypie:

ortusnigenad:

fuckindiva:

Aeschylus’ The Oresteia: Agamemnon (tr. Richmond Lattimore)

#this line fucking floors me every time #idk the idea that 2500 years ago people were consoling the grieving in the SAME WAY #and the grieving hated it the same way. #because being called brave… what choice does she have but bravery? (via @finelythreadedsky)

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