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if i look back, i am lost
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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the Mountain Goats - “No Children” Live at City Winery 12/04/2015
And I hope when you think of me years down the line You can’t find one good thing to say And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out You’d stay the hell out of my way I am drowning There is no sign of land You are coming down with me Hand in unlovable hand
The Superman style studies had also culminated in a video! Very fun to showcase my favourite artists
an atheist ghost. they refuse to move on to the afterlife on the grounds that the afterlife does not and should not exist
they only respond to ouija board summonings in order to lecture people for participating in non-evidence-based belief systems
exorcisms dont work cause they dont believe in them.
“yeah sure I could ‘go into the light’ as you so eloquently put it, but let’s be analytical about this. worst-case scenario, the afterlife is real and I get cast into some version of Hell for being a nonbeliever. slightly better-case scenario, it’s a reincarnation-based afterlife, which means I end up having to do the whole Existence thing all over again, which frankly seems like a huge roll of the dice. enormously risky, given the low quality of life many people experience, and that’s setting aside philosophical issues of identity, e.g. without the memories and experiences that shaped me, would I even still technically exist as a version of myself I could identify? reincarnation aside, let’s bear in mind there’s no actual evidence there’s even a so-called ‘afterlife’ waiting on the other side–for all we know, my consciousness will just dissolve into nonexistence. again, huge roll of the dice. and even in the best-case scenario? wherein I somehow pass an Arbitrary Morality Test I didn’t sign up for and get accepted into some sort of magical Heaven or whatever? well. consider it from my point of view. all of a sudden I’d be a member of a strange and unfamiliar society, subject to a completely new set of rules and regulations that I probably don’t get a say in. Is ‘Heaven’ a democracy? will I still have access to free will? will I have meaningful choices regarding lifestyle and occupation? what do the holy books say about that, huh? I could be forced to spend a literal eternity worshiping a deity who has made some extremely questionable and problematic decisions regarding the universe. I’m not signing up for that! how is that any better than my current situation? listen buddy, I spent 80 years living in a capitalist hellhole before death Itself finally freed me from all the obligations and restrictions of modern existence. I don’t work, I don’t pay rent or taxes, I just wander from place to place keeping my own schedule, doing my own thing, beholden to neither laws nor peer pressure. as purgatories go, that’s a pretty sweet deal! and what guarantee do I have that any damned afterlife is going to be more tolerable than my current not-existence, huh? none! none whatsoever. skeptic? damn right I’m skeptic! not to mention this whole Heaven-and-Hell dichotomy seems extremely manipulative if not outright abusive, as moral systems go. that’s no way to parent a species! nope. just, nope. this whole religious afterlife nonsense sounds like a whole lot of unnecessary stress and risk. I’m perfectly comfortable staying right where I am, thanks ever so, so you can tell your exorcist to write that out in latin and shove it up his ass”
“the power of christ compels ME?” bitch just because YOU choose to subscribe to a oppressively christian-centric world view doesn’t mean I have to dedicate my afterlife to following the rules of your false gods. if you’re so desperate to get smoke blown up your ass i’m happy to help you shove that thurible way on up there
The Bachelor: Robin Edition
Have you read The Bachelor: Robin Edition?
Yes, previously
Yes, now that you've recced it to me
No
Authour: Vamillepudding
Subfandom: Batman
Media: Comics
Relationships: Gen (Jason Todd & Tim Drake)
Year: 2022
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Summary:
Gotham loses its Robin and Bruce Wayne loses a son. Tim finds one of these too tragic to bear. In his quest to make sure Bruce Wayne lives to see the next year, he strikes upon the perfect solution: another son. * His best bet is, naturally, Crime Alley. By 8 pm that day, Drake Manor is filled with ten black-haired, blue-eyed boys sitting around the large dining table, looking around the room suspiciously. Well. Eleven. But Tim doesn’t think he counts.
Submitted by @AntiqueOwl
Submitter's comment:
This is one of my go-to fics to give me a laugh. Basically Jason dies and Tim decides another child can fix Batman so he rounds up some orphans and has them go through challenges to decide which to present to Batman. There are some moments not played for laughs, but overall I think of it as a funny fic.
How (Not) to Speak of God who has tried to reach us, who will do anything to reach us who is enough, who is more than enough who should be extolled with our sugared tongues who knows us in our burnished windshields as we pass who remembers the honey-colored husks of the locust who knows the scent of dust, the scent of each sparrow whose shadow does not flicker under streetlights who can feel without exaggerating anything who will care when the iridescent flies swarm toward us who shall be as the wings of the dove, its coppery shadows who waits in the midst of the mosquitoes who devoured the fruit of our ground, the skin of the overripe pears who saw the world incarnadined, the current flowing whose face is electrified by its own light who could be a piece of flame, a piece of mind shimmering who can feel without eroticizing everything who will pity us when the bees disappear into their shadows who loves the dank earth, its wolves and its tigresses
Mary Szybist, from 'Incarnadine'
Leaving the Suit Behind? You Are Invited to Fill Out the Robin Exit Interview
OPEN
I want to cry
ohhhghhhh I’m going to eat a wall
some (kinda risque) computer-loving pins from the 80s
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Once a day, shadows briefly bring back to life the beautiful ‘Ghost of Ungru Manor’ Estonia...
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The Cinnamon Peeler’s Wife
by Michael Ondaatje
If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed and leave the yellow bark dust on your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek you could never walk through markets without the profession of my fingers floating over you. The blind would stumble certain of whom they approached though you might bathe under rain gutters, monsoon.
Here on the upper thigh at this smooth pasture neighbor to your hair or the crease that cuts your back. This ankle. You will be known among strangers as the cinnamon peeler’s wife.
I could hardly glance at you before marriage never touch you –your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers. I buried my hands in saffron, disguised them over smoking tar, helped the honey gatherers…
When we swam once I touched you in water and our bodies remained free, you could hold me and be blind of smell. You climbed the bank and said
this is how you touch other women the grasscutter’s wife, the lime burner’s daughter. And you searched your arms for the missing perfume and knew what good is it to be the lime burner’s daughter left with no trace as if not spoken to in an act of love as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.
You touched your belly to my hands in the dry air and said I am the cinnamon peeler’s wife. Smell me.
Matteo Massagrande (Italian, b. 1959, Padua, Italy) - 1: Albero Rosso, 2018 2: Azzurro, 2018 3: Sera, 2018 4: Stanza Verde, 2019 5: Stanza Gialla, 2019 6: Sera in Cittá, 2019 7: Aria di Mare, 2019 8: La Balaustra, 2018 9: Istria, 2018 10: Poggiolo, 2017, Paintings: Oil, Mixed Media on Board
