the exploits of my mind @chukky-cheese--bk - Tumblr Blog

i genuinely don't care how good a piece of ai generated art or writing looks on the surface. i don't care if it emulates brush strokes and metaphor in a way indistinguishable from those created by a person.

it is not the product of thoughtful creation. it offers no insights into the creator's life or viewpoint. it has no connection to a moment in time or a place or an attitude. it has no perspective. it has no value.

it's empty, it's hollow, and it exists only to generate clicks (and by extension, ad revenue.)

it's just another revolting symptom of the disease that is late stage capitalism, and it fucking sucks.

rodamned

Just so we're clear on this, babes...

willowcrowned

if you're feeling powerless right now—and god knows I am—here's a reminder you can donate to the National Network of Abortion Funds, the Trans Law Center, Gaza Soup Kitchen, the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, and hundreds of other charities that will work to mitigate the damage that has been and will continue to be inflicted

life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters

federer7

Woman looking at herself in store window, NYC, 1969

Photo: Richard Kalvar

thesoldiersminute

Interview with the Vampire Season 1 | Episode 4 "The Ruthless Pursuit of Blood with All a Child's Demanding"

celluloidrainbow

DIE BITTEREN TRÄNEN DER PETRA VON KANT (1972) dir. Rainer Werner Fassbinder Petra von Kant is a successful fashion designer: arrogant, caustic, and self-satisfied. Some time ago, she divorced the husband she no longer loved, and, until recently, she has been in a fairly satisfactory S and M relationship with Marlene, her secretary, maid, and co-designer, whom she mistreats frequently. Enter Karin, a 23-year-old beauty who wants to be a model. Petra falls in love with Karin almost instantly, and invites her to move in. As Petra’s obsession with the young model grows, things become far more complicated in this tale of intermingled love and hate. (link in title)

girlsandfilms

Holidays a la Eric Rohmer

boykeats

History student falls in love with astrophysics student by Keaton St. James

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[poem text: listen, nine hundred and fifty years before jesus was a child shaking willow leaves out of his tangled curls, the author of the song of solomon wrote: behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.

what i’m trying to say is that, in this universe which sculpted itself from a baptism of fire, i am the moon swept up by your tenderness. you’ve got me dreaming foreign words: gravity, ellipsis, perigee, until all i can think about is becoming anchored into orbit around the saltwater-green landscape of your laughter.

listen, plato of ancient greece wrote that the souls we each have now are only halves. that in a frenzy of blood zeus severed us from each other, so we rely on the blind tugging of our hearts. you say my name and i want to knit my bones into your bones, smooth away the boundaries of our heartbeats.

what i’m trying to say is that if the temperature inside those wild pockets of interstellar dust hits right near absolute zero, carbon monoxide and dihydrogen molecules condense together in the dark nebula to form stars. if you’re ready, i want to make you shiver like that. /end poem text.]