Nameless

[saint-vagrant]

my sign for a protest a couple days ago. grateful to be there— and won't stop for nothin!

palestine will be free.

[creepish]

baby girl i have avoided situations that don’t even exist yet

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

"Of course I'll hurt you. Of course you'll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence..."

- Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince (via books-n-quotes)

[rcmclachlan]

Turns out, 2000 was 20 years ago. Which is odd, since 1980 was also.

[rhube]

The thing Gen-Z really needs to understand is that no one older than them is ever going to be able to estimate time correctly because the Millennium.

The Millennium will always be Not That Long Ago. Everything since the Millennium will always be, in some sense, ‘new’.

It just broke us, OK? It was too big and we’ll never quite be able to deal.

[lrgcarter]

Was the real millennium bug inside us all along?

[jenroses]

yep.

[porcupine-girl]

I think at least part of this is that pop culture has gotten such a longer shelf life over the past 20 years.

You can listen to a Top 40 station now and hear a song from 10 years ago easily, even songs from the 80s or 90s on special occasions (which might just be the Nineties at Noon or whatever every single day).

A Top 40 station in the 80s? Played the current fucking Top 40 and that was it. You were lucky if you heard a song that was one year old, definitely never ten. I was born in 1979 and heard almost no music from before I was born until high school or college. If you wanted to hear anything older than a year, you had to listen to a classic rock (late 60s to 70s) or oldies (50s to early 60s) station. There was nothing earlier than that on the radio.

A restaurant was playing What a Feeling, from 1983. 28 years before my son was born. That’s the equivalent of hearing a song from 1951 in the late 80s, which just did not happen. Even for an oldies station, it was hard to find anything that old.

VCRs were just getting big in the mid-80s, but there was a limited selection of videos you could buy (or even rent) for them. Most video rental stores didn’t bother to stock TV shows, it just wasn’t worth it. (Few shows were even released on VHS.)

So you could generally watch recent movies and “classics” but if you were looking for some random movie from the mid-70s - that’s only ten years previous - you were mostly out of luck. Imagine looking for a movie from 2006 right now, and you can find maybe the top-grossing ones and a few that won Oscars, but Night at the Museum? The Devil Wears Prada? You’re shit outta luck. That’s what it would have been like looking for movies from 1976 in 1989.

So for those of us who grew up in the 80s and early 90s, pop culture had a hard limit of about a decade, if that. By the late 90s, the internet was good enough that music was starting to stretch that, but you still couldn’t really get video through the internet and DVDs were still catching up in terms of what was available. You didn’t really get entire seasons of TV on DVD until the early 00s - the first season of The Simpsons, which aired in 1989, wasn’t released on DVD until 2001.

Anyhow, I think that’s why a lot of older millennials and Gen Xers are having trouble wrapping our heads around the idea that the year 2000 was almost 20 years ago. Because we grew up in a world where if you heard a song regularly, or watched a movie or a TV show that wasn’t late-night reruns, it had probably been released within the past 5 years, and almost definitely within the past 20. Our brains haven’t quite gotten used to hearing a new song followed by a 30-year-old song on the radio and not just being able to find any decade-old movie at will but seeing gifs of decade-old movies almost daily. Our brains think that means those things must still be new.

[lostmind3]

I have never heard anyone explain it so clearly before. And I LIVED it.

[deadcatwithaflamethrower]

This is just further proof that time doesn’t exist.

[thelovers-thedreamers-and-me]

radio stations are still doing the “playing the 80s, 90s, and NOW” thing they were doing when i was a teenager, despite the fact that NOW currently extends past 20 years

[happyheidi]

[metamorphesque]

― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[vintagepales2-blog]

Charles Bridge, Prague, Czech republic. by  Marek Kijevský

[ad-meliora-tendo]

the most beautiful words in the english language

ineffable — indescribable, unspeakable

eudaemonia — the state of consummate happiness

sumptuous — extremely costly, luxurious, magnificent

nadir — the lowest point (of something abstract)

lassitude —tiredness, lack of energy

scintilla — a spark or a trace of something

aurora — the dawn

quintessential — perfectly typical or representative of a particular kind of person or thing

renaissance — revival

bodacious — remarkable, admirable

ebullience — the quality of excitement and enthusiasm

[quotefeeling]

“I need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life.”

— Robert Polito

[catilinas]

Maria Dahvana Headley, from the introduction to Beowulf

[amargedom]

““There is no friend as loyal as a book.””

—

[s0litudeonplut0-deactivated2026]

The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros (5/5 stars)

[metamorphesque]

— Virginia Woolf, a diary entry

[therevolutionarysworld]

A Tale Of A Princess And Her Broken Heart Plant.

Here are some borrowed words,

Since I have an empty stock.

I saw her, alone in the twilight.

Her golden locks, rocking in the

Wind cradle,

Lips parted, giving way to a

Sugar breath,

She stared at the horizon.

Birds flew twittering by,

Leaving the leaves trembling.

Sun plunged where sight refused to go.

She dropped her eyelids,

Flooding the crystal lakes beneath,

Two pearlsome teardrops

Fell on me; I blushed a bit.

I tried to retain those

Those precious containers of anecdotes.

Twinkling at me, they started

Moving down.

I beheld two rolling bioscopes

Of diamond skies,

Since they mirrored all they faced

Through their roundy surface.

I shouted desperately

"Hey, don't rush my delicate friends,

You will be scattered to thousands!

Tell me the tale why did she cry.

Where did she fail, how did she try."

One of them played me false,

Scattered to droplets,down on my stems.

Another ceased my brink anigh

With stars inscribed countless.

It questioned me crossed what I sought.

Why I hindered its demise

Though I thrive, why I strive

To see its mistress' eyes?

I replied,

She is not only yours

But also mine, mine beloved too.

She planted my soul;

Regarded my growth.

So, I did her adore.

So, I cared, what if I stared?

So, I fostered her delight.

When in the night, my princess cried,

Her broken heart so teared.

I being, her broken heart darling,

I garnish her garden yard.

Garnish her mind, garnish her soul;

Garnish her euphoric years.

All on a sudden, the evening star

Dazzled my eyes through the tear drop

Which followed its friend

Dispersed to fragments

Down on my stems, a salty scar.

It kept untold that anecdote old

Which made my mistress cry.

I abode her Broken heart dear

Following her footsteps to far from near.

-Prakhar Karmakar

[aristotlemencloza]

Grief is just love with no place to go.

– unknown // Art piece by Ikenaga Yasunari

[akumeoy]

horror is when a fucked up guy looks at you. comedy is when you look at a fucked up guy.

[mothmans-favorite-lamp]

what if we’re both fucked up and we look at each other?

[peachandpinwheel]

gay romance

[weltonboys]

annotation of sorts to my dead poets society book