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emotional abuse is when someone does something to hurt you, and when you express your feelings, that you’re upset, they turn it around to be something you did to hurt them and they force you to apologize for it, and your feelings, like always, are rendered invalid and silenced, forever damaging the ability to trust others with your feelings because they always are used against you.
i just want to die, i don't give a fuck about anything. i just want peace
Robespierre’s notes on different deputies
Notes written by the hand of Robespierre, on different deputies at the Convention.
All leaders of the coalition are scoundrels [that are] already marked by traits of immorality and incivisme.
1°. Dubois-de-Crancé. He is in the case of the law of 27 Germinal, which banishes from Paris those who have affirmed false titles in order to usurp the nobility. The proof for this has to be in the archives of the ci-devant Parlement ; it is written in Denisard.
This circumstance has not prevented that he remained en mission in the army of Cherbourg where he had himself sent by an intrigue, and behaved himself like a counter-revolutionary. He recently said, in order to appal the whole Bretagne, that there would be chouans as long as a Breton would exist. This threat has caused much agitation in Rennes. It has been denounced by the municipal officers of this city, and by Sévestre and Duval, deputies at the National Convention. Dubois, who had only been sent there for indoctrination, after having caused the adoption of this mode of organization [that is] linked to a deep machination, by the military committee, has no less usurped the whole plenitude of its national powers. He has made, inter alia, orders in order to exclude from the popular societies all public functionaries ; he sent them to Dufourny, his friend and the friend of Danton and of foreign countries, whose detention Dufourny ignored, in order to commit him to announce these orders at the Jacobins, and to have them approved in the right moment. There is no longer any doubt, today, on the treason of Lyon, that Dubois-de-Crancé did not want to capture and from which he let Précy and his accomplices escape. Dubois only ever appeared in the two assemblies as a partisan of Orléans with whom he was closely linked.
2°. [Jean- François] Delmas. He is a ci-devant noble, mad intriguer. He played a role [that was] more than ambiguous at the army of the North, in a time of treasons. He was allied with the Gironde and intimately linked with Lacroix. It can only be by a reversal of intrigue that he appeared to come out in favour of the Montagne, together with Lacroix, in the affair of Marat, whose persecutor he had been. He announced that he had important secrets to reveal concerning the Brissotin faction ; he never read them. He only let slip, together with Lacroix, at most demi-secrets whose aim was to put a cover on the crimes of the conspirators. One has known him in the first Committee of Public Safety. He is since intimately allied with Danton in order to overthrow the one which exists today. It was him who, in the time of accusation [that was] raised against Danton and his accomplices, opened the scandalous scene, given by the coalition, by demanding, with solemnity, the appeal of all members of the different committees of the Convention, in order to oppose them at the Committees of Public Safety and General Security. Since that time, he was distinguishable by some small treacherous motions in the sense of the faction. As a member of the military committee, he often communicates with Carnot.
3°. Thuriot was never more than a partisan of Orléans. His silence since the fall of Danton and since his expulsion from the Jacobins, contrasts with his eternal chatter before that time. He confined himself to intriguing silently and to fidgeting much at the Montagne, while the Committee of Public Safety proposes a measure [that is] fatal to the factions. There were dinners by Lacroix, by Danton, at the house of Gusman and in other places of the same kind. It was him who, as the first, made an attempt in order to stop the revolutionary movement, by preaching indulgence under the name of morality, when one delivered the first blows to the aristocracy. He conspired in a visible manner in order to arm the National Convention against the Committee of Public Safety, when this Committee made the report against Chabot, Danton and others.
4°. Bourdon (de l'Oise) is covered with the crimes in the Vendée, where he devoted himself to the pleasure, in his orgies with the traitor Tunk, to kill voluntaries with his hand. He added perfidy to fury. Since some time, he gained entry in the Committee of Public Safety, under various pretexts. He presented a clerk to it which Carnot placed in his offices and who has been dismissed from it upon the repeated proposal of Robespierre. He has made the motion to no longer pay direct taxes, the one to dry out the ponds in a time where one lacked meat, in order to remove the resource of fish from us. He recently spoke out against the decree on the revolutionary tribunal. He has been the most fiery defender of the system of atheism. He has not ceased to dismantle the decree that proclaims the existence of the Supreme Being, a mean to arouse enemies of the government in the Montagne, and he has succeeded. On the day of the Festival of the Supreme Being, before the people, he allowed himself [to make] the most vulgar sarcasms and the most indecent declamations on this subject. He remarked, with wickedness, to the members of the Convention, the signs of interest which the public gave to the president, in order to draw atrocious inductions against him, in the sense of the enemies of the Republic.
About ten days ago, he visited Boulanger and found at the house of the latter a young woman who is the niece of this citizen. He made inquiries on the affairs of her uncle, on his livelihood. The girl responded vaguely. He picked up two pistols [that were lying] on the fireplace. The girl remarked that they were loaded. « Well, he responded, if I kill myself, one will say that it was you, and you will be guillotined. » He continued to wield the pistols, and fired them on the young girl ; they did not go off, because the fuse was removed.
There was a letter from Bourdon that had been deposited at the police, written to a counter-revolutionary, where he told him that the prisoners would soon be released and that one would put those who were responsible for their arrest in their place.
This man walked incessantly with the appearance of an assassin who contemplates a crime; he seems to be persecuted by the image of the scaffold and by the furies.
Léonard Bourdon. Despised intriguer in all time, one of the principal accomplices of Hébert, inseparable friend of Cloots, he was initiated in the conjuration [that was] woven in the home of Gobel. He had composed a counter-revolutionary piece, in the Hébertist sense, which should be played in the opera, and which the Committee of Public Safety shut down. Nothing equals the baseness of the intrigues that he set in motion in order to enlarge the number of his lodgers and then in order to take hold of the education of the students of the patrie, institutions that he perverts and dishonours. At the Jacobins, he was one of the most inexhaustible orators to propagate the doctrine of Hébert. At the Convention, he was one of the first who introduced the custom to debase it by indecent forms, like speaking there with the hat on the head and sitting there with a ridiculous outfit. He came one day, with Cloots, in order to solicit the liberty of the Dutch bankers Vandenyver. I have seen and heard them, both, several times, and Bourdon has had the courage to deny it to me at the Jacobins with impunity.
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how i missed my panic attacks. and how funny to see that you're not able to leave star wars alone. like, you fucking ruin everything i like.
i found the one that i wanted!
Are you alright? Please, tell me you didn't kill yourself. You're so special, and important to everyone you know.
yes, i am. sorry if i didn't say anything for weeks but i have a lot of hard time with school and i'm so depressed bc i'm lonely. also, for some reason tumblr wants me to change my password from my computer so it works only on my phone and it's not that comfortable. i don't believe that there are people that truly care and love me, but thank you anyway for your words, they're so much appreciated...i really hope you're having a good day! ♡
i'm probably going to kill myself soon but it's okay. i'm so tired of living and having this feeling of being alone and not important every day...
i'm probably going to kill myself soon but it's okay. i'm so tired of living and having this feeling of being alone and not important every day...
Francisco Goya: Still-Life with Three Salmon Steaks 1808-12 Oil on canvas, 45 x 62 cm Oskar Reinhart Collection, Winterthur
i envy so many people. i just want happiness in my life, why can't i have it? i want to die so much
Gotico italiano
L’Italia è perfetta per quei post gotici perché:
Gli Anziani osservano ogni tua mossa mentre inciampi tra i sampietrini. Non sai se il Loro sguardo sia benevolo o no. Sei solo consapevole che ti Essi ti vedono.
La strada per andare in città è in salita. La strada per tornare a casa è anch’essa in salita. Non ti rimane che chiederti come sia possibile.
La città elegge il nuovo Sindaco. Tu non hai votato per il Nuovo Sindaco. Sei abbastanza sicuro che nessuno che conosci abbia votato per il Nuovo Sindaco. Hai l’inquietante certezza che in realtà nessuno abbia votato per il Nuovo Sindaco. I tuoi occhi si posano su loschi imprenditori locali che sorridono, e d’improvviso sei preda dell’ansia.
In ogni luogo, mentre cammini, stai camminando su antiche rovine. Dovunque tu scavi, troverai antiche rovine. Antiche rovine riemergono come di volontà propria. Esse sono attorno a te. Sono sotto i tuoi piedi. Non puoi scappare.
Bellissime chiese ad ogni angolo. Entri in una e sei subito colpito da sublimi affreschi antichi raffiguranti sofferenze, torture e martirio. Il Prete ti dice che la sofferenza è l’unica via verso il Paradiso. I concittadini annuiscono e cantilenano con lui. Sei colpito dalla consapevolezza che queste persone influenzano le politiche della tua nazione. Sei terrorizzato.
Lo sguardo vuoto delle statue dei nostri avi vigilano sui borghi antichi. Alcune di queste statue non hanno più la testa, o sono state danneggiate dalle guerre. Tutto, attorno a te, è più antico di quanto tu possa umanamente concepire. Ti chiedi se le statue senza testa sono più fortunate, perché i loro occhi non hanno dovuto osservare impotenti le miserie della storia umana.
Dovunque tu sia, ci sono case abbandonate. Oscuri e polverosi edifici che s’affacciano su vicoli bui, troppo vecchie per essere distrutte, troppo danneggiate per essere recuperate.
La strada è illuminata da candele. Ogni anno comincia con un mormorio sinistro che si avvicina. Poco dopo, l’orda invade la tua strada, strascicando i piedi, seguendo il prete che cantilena nel microfono. Alcuni hanno in mano strumenti sacri. Terrorizzato osservi la tua famiglia che si unisce all’orda, sorridendo.
Devi consegnare dei documenti. Scopri che hai bisogno di altri documenti, che devi consegnare in un altro ufficio. Le scartoffie crescono durante il processo. La burocrazia ti travolge. Anneghi nei moduli. Non esiste altro che quello. Una scadenza incombe su di te. Perdi ogni speranza. Poi, se ai Burocrati così piacerà, riuscirai a consegnare i tuoi documenti. Poi la tua richiesta finirà in una stanza buia, dimenticata per decenni.
the idea of this “baddie” fashion trend in which popular white girls on instagram and tumblr wear what black girls in the hood have and were literally wearing since 1995 and getting paraded for it irks my fucking soul. being bowed down to for being “thick” and wearing skintight leggings (that only seem to be in khaki or olive green?) with Adidas or Nikes and our bomber jackets that the little hood fashion boutique store on the corner loved to sell and overlined lips and overfilled faux thick browns and the big hoop earrings and our cornrows (boxer braids??) jesus christ? black girls and latinx girls too have been getting called ghetto for all of this for YEARS and somehow it managed to turn into 2015-2016′s top fashion trend without us getting an ounce of credit for it
a realization about "Stars"
I think we’ve already covered pretty darn thoroughly that, as pretty as “Stars” is, it shows a pretty not-Hugolian Javert. The only religion that novel-Javert knows is legal authority.
But.
There is something wonderfully Brickish about the musical’s sense of, well, elevation. Javert looks upward for the right when Hugo’s pretty clear that truth comes from within and from below. Social progress is mined. The spirit of a city is in its suffering. If you want to know the reality of things, crawl into the sewers. Javert’s upward climb from his origins is so resolute that he forgets there might be something good to find in all those underground tunnels.
The musical captures this some in the spirit of “Look Down” (which I do think is an improvement from the “Pitié, pitié”/“Donnez, donnez” of the French). The recent film does an excellent job of contrasting Javert’s song with the ferment of the populace. It’s almost like the crowds of 1832 are rebuking the false direction of Javert’s gaze.
