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phd summer worst summer?
they dropped "the very touch of you corrupts" in 2011. that was pre gangnam style. before gay marriage was legalized. the year super bass was released.
missing Athens Georgia like a lung rn
instant loss 2koma
The really funny part is that many modern sources that want to gas up Sparta will bring up this specific anecdote, but stop at the "if" and just not mention what happened immediately afterwards.
similarly, "μολὼν λαβέ" (come and take them) is a really cool thing to say, made significantly less cool by having them taken
i stayed for this; for murky coffee at the bottom of my cup. for pulling another tick off my dog. the sun came down, though - i wish you could have seen it - and i swear to you; everything was so violently beautiful that even god hiccupped. it is a long life of small moments. i am so glad for that. i work a knot out of my hair. i am briefly annoyed by the omnipresence of dust. and above, overhead in magic: the moon has tilted herself - a gentle, yielding cusp.
Cassandra, Christa Wolf tr. Jan van Heurck
my kitty cat was wandering around going ‘mrrph?” so i was like “in here!” he goes “mrrph!” shoves open my bedroom door with his big round head and FLOPS on me. as in hard enough that he made a little “oof” noise when he did it. followed by a category five purring event. there’s good in this world mr frodo etc
Gabrielle Calvocoressi, “Stacking Cistern My Bones on Top of Your Bones on Top of Your Bones,” in The New Economy
i cant waste time applying for jobs i need to gather nuts and seeds for winter
the difference is that yeh talking bout the nembas and im talking about my fanfiction that just got updated that I immediately paused zelda to read except im also talking about the numbers because i’ll never be free
the abuse and humiliation Greta Thunberg is going through at the hands of the Israelis needs to be put in context with the dehumanising torture Palestinian prisoners are put through on the daily: the fact that darling Greta can be blindfolded and forced to crawl and kiss the Israeli flags - despite her international popularity and the protection her own government should guarantee her - is only possible because Israelis are allowed to beat, humiliate, starve and rape Palestinians to literal death without anyone stopping them.
Starting my speech at the Omelas city council with a child acknowledgement statement
Alejandro Zambra, Ways of Going Home (translated by Megan McDowell)
Natalie Diaz, “Snake-Light.” Postcolonial Love Poem
i'm listening to gathering moss, by robin wall kimmerer, and she is talking about a very odd job she was consigned to do, where an eccentric millionaire recuited her to consult on a "habitat restoration". when she arrives, the job they actually want her to do is to tell them how to plant mosses on the rocks in his garden. he wants it to look like a specific, beautiful wild cliff in the woods nearby, with centuries-old beds of moss growing thick and strong. she tells him it is impossible. such a thing would take decades to accomplish.
later, she is called back to look at the progress of the moss garden and is amazed by the thick, well-established mosses. how did they do it? she asks.
then they take her out to the woods and show her that they have been blasting huge chunks of rock out of the cliff, packaging them in burlap, and moving them to the owner's garden.
This quote really got me: "The owner is a man who loves mosses, and the exercise of power. I have no doubts of his sincerity in wishing to protect them from harm, once they conformed to his landscape design. But I think you cannot own a thing and love it at the same time. Owning diminishes the sovreignty of a thing, enriching the possessor and diminishing the possessed. If he truly loved mosses more than control, he would have left them alone, and walked each day to see them."
- Gathering Moss by Robin Wall Kimmerer
she bought me flowers she bought me flowers she bought me flowers she bought me flowers
(my fingers still smell like her hair) (vanilla and the woods) (her hair was so long and soft and we just sat on the trunk of her car and talked and)
ACT UP, 1990
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