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I’ve noticed some posts around about how you can’t romanticize your life during a fascist regime and while I deeply sympathize with this sentiment, I want you to try to understand that’s what they want you to believe.

Fascism thrives best in the cesspool of hopelessness. They want us so confused and hopeless that we give in. When you give in, you don’t fight back.

If you wait for life to look good to do the things that bring you joy; life will still be bad - you will just have less joy.

As someone who has struggled with my mental health a lot for the last thirty years, I know this struggle firsthand. And changing this belief system - the one where you spend all of your time expecting bad things so you won’t be surprised when they happen - it’s the hardest work that I have ever done. And I’m not perfect; I still have setbacks. I still experience really real fears about the state of the world and the US, in particular, because that’s where I live.

But I made a vow to myself that I will not let the choices of others ruin my life. When I made that vow, I was thinking of my parents - but it applies to the state of the government right now, too.

There are still flowers in my garden, and ripe tomatoes, and it’s almost pick-your-own apples season, and I have plans with my friends to go to as many cemetery ghost walks as we can find this October.

I still deserve to live. I still deserve to laugh. I still deserve to love. I still deserve to be as happy as I can be.

And you do, too.

yeahawvampire

Dan Savage.

bookshelfdreams

Of course it had to be this way. Of course. of course.

If Victor Frankenstein is the shitty, abusive parent, of course the Creature has to be the abused and neglected child but by God, did GdT commit.

He did not have to go this hard.

He did not have to film Jacob Elordi like that, curling in on himself, folding all his miles-long limbs up into the fetal position because no one else will hold him. Watching a leaf float away, out of his cold, dark prison, with nothing short of wonder. Gazing at the camera with his big, soulful eyes. Meeting a wild and dangerous creature and gently feeding it a berry.

Being able to speak only one word, the most important one, Victor, because this - his father - is the only thing in the world to him.

And of course Victor, tragically commonly unequipped to handle the responsibility of parenthood, resents him for it. He built the Creature from the ground, exactly as he wanted, carefully chose every bone, every muscle, every neuron in his body. And yet, when he comes to life, when he breathes, and moves, and needs, Victor recoils. All his hard work, the toiling that drove him to near insanity, was only just the beginning. But this, this slow caretaking, this is different: there's no glory in it. Not the excitement of discovery, not the grandiosity of defying God and nature. This work is repetitive, frustrating, exhausting, and Victor very quickly tires of it.

I do not need to explain the metaphor.

This is usually where the story turns around and says, well, it can't be denied that the Creature is horrible to look at. He is violent and dangerous. Victor may have failed but really, can we blame him?

Well. Yes we can.

GdT certainly thinks so, as he cradles the Creature in his arms and tells him, You're perfect, you have never done anything wrong. I have seen people say that this Creature is too sympathetic, the film lacks subtlety and nuance, but damn, don't we need this. Don't we need to fully and unequivocally sympathise with that which is labeled grotesque, and don't we need to condemn people who fail in their responsibility to those under their care.

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“And why did girls love [The Beatles] so much? Because the Beatles loved girls. The Beatles were saturated in girl culture - they loved black American girl groups; they had dandy outfits and uncomfortable pointy shoes, like girls. They went out of their way to write about girls in their songs - ‘She Loves You’ is the Beatles siding with a girl in love…They grew their hair long - like girls: an act of alliance in a time when femininity was implicitly inferior. All the teasing they got…but they wanted their hair to look like girls hair.

At a time when the difference between genders was never more rigidly enforced, they rebelled into soft, clannish, sly, joyful femininity. Never combatative…their weapons were the weapons of girls: humour, sexiness, slyness, flirty wit…

…the joy of the Beatles…is that rather than becoming men by killing their fathers, they became their dead mothers. John and Paul…married single mothers; wrote songs about dead mothers and their living mother-wives; left the maelstrom of the Beatles to live the lives of wives: buying farms, making bread, raising children. They rioted into their femininity.”

- How To Be Famous by Caitlin Moran (pg. 265)

lindleland

"save me, substance abuse!" i cry. before you can moralize to me about the dangers of addiction, a noble and powerful steed gallops into the room - my horse whom i have named "substance abuse". you learn an important lesson about making assumptions. i snort a line off its back

the-oddest-inkling

Nobody understands the bond between a girl and the mediocre book she read when she was 13 years old.

sporkfan14

i have developed a much more viceral understanding of why bank robbers were widely regarded as popular heroes in the 1930s

1los

10knotes

omfg that is just too adorable

satanic-b00ty

This will always be one of my favorite comics ever. It gives me warm fuzzies~

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This is the most perfect.

thefingerfuckingfemalefury

This kitteh having a little halloween adventure is one of my favourite posts of all time :)

wonderhawk

Every fall like clockwork this photo set pops up and we all must reblog it

audrey4amoment

and again

arcanewraith

This love token from 1799 is so darling.

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The Mummy (1999) Dir. Stephen Sommers

audrey4amoment

was this every bisexual persons awakening or just me..?

#the mummy #lgbt #bisexuality #throwback #so hot

why do exes always text and say ‘hey, was just thinking about you”

why it’s been almost 4 years and you broke up with me. we don’t have to be friends

i’m 27 and already a burden to my parents hits harder nowadays

#pride and prejudice

bpdshan

exfoliator but for my brain so I can scrub out the trauma

daisydarling

hoyeon jung for w korea, 2021

#uhm what #squid game #can we talk about this #netflix #hoyeon jung

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laclefdescoeurs

My Wife’s Lovers, 1891, Carl Kahler

loppytaffy

God I hope I am immortalised by my husband for having 40 cats

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Fun facts:

It cost $5,000 in 1888 to have this painting made, which is more than $120,000 in today’s money.

I say 1888 because it took three years for Kahler to complete, reportedly because he spent most of the time studying and sketching each cat to get a feel for their personality.

It was painted for Kate Johnson, the title was her husband’s idea though, proving him the most patient and good-humored husband in the history of crazy cat ladies.

Speaking of cat ladies, the picture actually contains 42 cats. Or more specifically, Mrs. Johnson’s 42 most favorite cats. She had 350 in total.

It sold at auction via Sotheby’s a few days ago for over $800,000 dollars, vastly more than its $200,000-$300,000 estimate.

The buyer is a private collector in California.

Probably someone who really, really likes cats.

I mean, really likes cats.