Singin' in the Rain (1952) dir. Gene Kelly, Stanley Donen
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Singin' in the Rain (1952) dir. Gene Kelly, Stanley Donen
“I will have an undergraduate class, let’s say a young white male student, politically-correct, who will say: “I am only a bourgeois white male, I can’t speak.” … I say to them: “Why not develop a certain degree of rage against the history that has written such an abject script for you that you are silenced?” Then you begin to investigate what it is that silences you, rather than take this very determinist position-since my skin colour is this, since my sex is this, I cannot speak… From this position, then, I say you will of course not speak in the same way about the Third World material, but if you make it your task not only to learn what is going on there through language, through specific programmes of study, but also at the same time through a historical critique of your position as the investigating person, then you will have earned the right to criticize, you be heard. When you take the position of not doing your homework- “I will not criticize because of my accident of birth, the historical accident” - that is the much more pernicious position.”
— Gayatri Spivak (via fearandwar)
its so weird to me that cis people will dislike their name so ardently and yet. not change it. you guys know that’s an option, right. no one can make you keep the shit name your mom gave you. no, not even her.
“The employees need a larger salary” “hmmmm large celery”
“Nameless flowers”, by Ono Tako. Artist states this should be first piece from a serie (that’s so great!)
the people yearn for turn of the century sonic gijinkas
here are my many inspirations
quiz: why do lobsters have one claw bigger
They evolved to handle different prey. the larger crusher claw cracks open ahrder prey like a molar tooth, whilst the smaller pincer claw rips apart soft prey similar to an incisor tooth.
theyre lobsided
oh I see! yay!
If you are a PET trying to help your HUMAN just remember the acronym WAY
Are you in the Way?
Are you in the wAy?
Are you in the waY?
If the answer to all three is YES then you are HELPING 👏👏👏
but i stay silly! *←said in the most world-weary voice you ever did hear*
“but I stay silly!”
Reblog you stay silly
on it boss
friend chip….
Item: Headphones Rarity: ⏶ Common
Name a video game song you still have stuck in your head.
Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.
I saw a vid of a Shiver cosplay like two days ago and I've no joke had Anarchy Rainbow from Splatoon 3 stuck in my head ever since
Every girl like me I know feels like she was born with an expiration date, like there’s a number stamped on her forehead that says “26 years old” that says “six months after the money runs out” that says “when you can’t do this anymore” that says “as soon as you work up the courage,” and I’m one of the lucky ones, because that scares me, Sometimes I think I have an immigrant’s patriotism for this world, because it took me 20 years to decide that I wanted to live in it. Maybe that’s what hope is.
But I don’t know how to say that the greatest poet I know and her girlfriend, who looks so like me she nearly made my mom faint when she opened the door, are probably not going to last another year. So everybody told me to vote for Bernie Sanders. It’s not enough.
Now people are saying this might be the end times, but I want to remind them that we have already been living in them, for as long as I can remember, and I don’t know why it’s so hard to keep in contact with someone I don’t see, to reach out across that burden of distance with the uncertain arms of exhaustion, but I know why it’s hard to reassure somebody, when all you can say is “I’m scared, too.” How much money do you give somebody, when money is the thing you don’t have? For time, same question.
A trans woman I had never met came into my shop one day and pointed me out to her friend, she said “you are my sister,” and I said “yes, I am.” So when I saw one of my sisters out on the street with a slice of cardboard, I brought her a bottle of water and all the cash I had in my wallet, because afterward I couldn’t stop crying for six hours, and I don’t think anybody asked me why.
Maybe this is why there are so few things that feel important to me anymore. I said “the only things people like me make are cries for help” and I got 128 reblogs. Apparently, some people find that relatable.
A lot of people have told me that I’m the most optimistic person they know, and I don’t tell them that I have to be, I take it as a compliment.
The thing they don’t tell you about hope is that it’s cyclical, it needs to be refreshed every single day, Hope is just like every other kind of work you do on your body. So what does a story mean, to that? What can a poem mean, to that? I abhor maintenance. I don’t want to have to say anything anymore, I want to walk to the place where all my words are done, And build a home there. It’s not enough. All your pleas and all your promises, your fights and feats and failures, are not and never will be enough. Not for us. This world was not made for us.
So let’s build a better one. Let’s start right here, right now, just us, not with a kiss or a fist but just you and me pledging to not let go no matter what comes, deciding even when the love is gone that we’re not gonna let each other drown anymore. So I want to offer my hand, to every girl like me who needs it, and walk with you into a place beyond these empires, a place that doesn’t exist yet. And that, I hope, is enough. Because that’s…everything.
Need one more to unlock the door
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Babe are you okay? You reblogged mk's Lovebirds (おしどり百合夫婦)
This is still so charming!
for 87 years that girl did Not Stop Talking and that is Why Her Wife Loved Her
To my 25 - 35 year olds, you've reached the age where people around you are starting to give up on themselves because they think it's too late. Don't let that energy rub off on you. It's not too late.
I became a tattoo artist at 49.
Married the love of my life at 50.
Got my Class A CDL at 59.
You've got time.
As long as you're breathing, you've got time.