guys i liedddddd 😭😭😭😭😭 i actually want it 😭😭😭 i want it so bad 😭😭😭😭 i want it so bad its ruining my life 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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guys i liedddddd 😭😭😭😭😭 i actually want it 😭😭😭 i want it so bad 😭😭😭😭 i want it so bad its ruining my life 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here
— our town, thornton wilder
LADIES, LADIES, LADIES! ONE AT A TIME PLEASE ✋🏻
i love this part of the odyssey! the difference between how odysseus and his rowers resist the sirens reveals the relationship between landowner and worker. odysseus has his men tie him to the mast of the ship while his men plug their ears. what does it mean that odysseus doesn't plug his ears, as well? horkheimer and adorno's dialectic of enlightenment tells us:
ID: excerpt of paragraph, reading, "The way of civilization has been that of obedience and work, over which fulfillment shines everlastingly as mere illusion, as beauty deprived of power. Odysseus's idea, equally inimical to his death and to his happiness, shows awareness of this. He knows only two possibilities of escape. One he prescribes to his comrades. He plugs their ears with wax and orders them to row with all their might. Anyone who wishes to survive must not listen to the temptation of the irrecoverable, and is unable to listen only if he is unable to hear. Society has always made sure that this was the case. Workers must look ahead with alert concentration and ignore anything which lies to one side. The urge toward distraction must be grimly sublimated in redoubled exertions. Thus the workers are made practical. The other possibility Odysseus chooses for himself, the landowner, who has others to work for him. He listens, but does so while bound helplessly to the mast, and the stronger the allurement grows the more tightly he has himself bound, just as later the bourgeois denied themselves happiness the closer it drew to them with the increase in their own power. What he hears has no consequences for him; he can signal to his men to untie him only by movements of his head, but it is too late. His comrades, who themselves cannot hear, know only of the danger of the song, not of its beauty, and leave him tied to the mast to save both him and themselves. They reproduce the life of the oppressor as a part of their own, while he cannot step outside his social role. The bonds by which he has irrevocably fettered himself to praxis at the same time keep the Sirens at a distance from praxis: their lure is neutralized as a mere object of contemplation, as art. The fettered man listens to a concert, as immobilized as audiences later, and his enthusiastic call for liberation goes unheard as applause. In this way the enjoyment of art and manual work diverge as the primeval world is left behind. The epic already contains the correct theory. Between the cultural heritage and enforced work there is a precise correlation, and both are founded on the inescapable compulsion toward the social control of nature." /end ID
i just crashed my car at my office’s parking lot and im probably gonna fail my thesis presentation next week and i dont really feel like my friends like me very much and i think im gonna be fired i dont know what to do
the worst part about grief is that it feels like the world should be horrendously earth shatteringly changed, and to an extent it IS but its also the same. to everyone else it's just another tuesday. the world moves on. you have to go grocery shopping.
Painting by Pieter Bruegel the Elder
Landscape with the Fall of Icarus by William Carlos Williams
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in the club begging strangers for forgiveness and proving incapable of articulating what for when asked
wasnt gonna drink tonight but man im missing hektor crown prince of troy like a mf
no!! stop running!!!
i need to tell you that he held out his arms to take his baby!!!
but the child squirmed around and began wailing terrified by his father’s helm!!!!
and his father began laughing and his mother laughed as well!!
and from his handsome head he took it and placed it on the ground!!
and he kissed his son and swung him around!!!
and prayed that he would become better than him!!!
stop running this is important!!!!
lisa peterson and denis o’hare, an iliad
Herman Melville, author of Moby-Dick, wrote this letter to Nathaniel Hawthorne, author of The Scarlet Letter, and HOLY CRAP!
"Your heart beat in my ribs and mine in yours, and both in God’s...I feel that the Godhead is broken up like the bread at the Supper, and that we are the pieces."
I knew nothing about this. A mutual told me about the queer desire in Moby-Dick--haven't read it yet--but this letter!
"Whence come you, Hawthorne? By what right do you drink from my flagon of life? And when I put it to my lips — lo, they are yours and not mine."
You can read the letter here! Melville wrote it in November 1851
I've been told, despite its massive length, by multiple people to read Moby-Dick, whether for the whale facts, the nautical adventure, the fear and obsession with the whale, the queer undertones. I might have actually have to now!
langdon internalized homophobia save me…..
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save me langdon internalized homophobia……
Artem Rohovyi (Ukrainian, 1988) - Symphony of Branches
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Swallow tailed cardinalfish (Verulux cypselurus) in Sulawesi, Indonesia
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the bugs don’t know what i’m saying