trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Origami Around
Three Goblin Art
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One Nice Bug Per Day
Xuebing Du

Andulka
Keni
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Show & Tell
art blog(derogatory)
NASA

shark vs the universe
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@jazminbobby
Iviva Olenick I believe in love. Itās permanence Iām not so certain of.Ā
Queer studies offer us one method for imagining, not some fantasy of an elsewhere, but existing alternatives to hegemonic systems. What Gramsci terms ācommon senseā depends heavily on the production of norms, and so the critique of dominant forms of common sense is also, in some sense, a critique of norms. Heteronormative common sense leads to the equation of success with advancement, capital accumulation, family, ethical conduct, and hope. Other subordinate, queer, or counterhegemonic modes of common sense lead to the association of failure with nonconformity, anticapitalist practices, nonreproductive life styles, negativity, and critique.Ā
Judith Halberstam,Ā The Queer Art of Failure
āStupidity in women, as we know, is often expected in this male-dominated culture, and some women cultivate it because they see it rewarded in popular icons, from Goldie Hawn to Jessica Simpson. Stupid women make men feel bigger, better, smarter. But what is the appeal in North America of the stupid man, and why does the representation of male stupidity not lead to male disempowerment? Stupidity in men is represented as, well, disarming (Adam Sandler), charming (Jerry Lewis), comforting (George W.), or innocent (Will Farrell in Elf, Tom Hanks in everything). Male stupidity masks the will to power that lies just behind the goofy grin, and it masquerades as some kind of internalization of feminist critiques. The clueless male in movies usually requires a spunky and intelligent woman to pull him along, educate and civilize him, and this masks the gender inequality that structures their relationship. Male stupidity is in fact a new form of macho, and it comes at a time when alternative masculinities have achieved some small measure of currency. It matters little whether we are discussing avant-garde film or popular film, because, in both, male unknowing facilitates male power. [ā¦] Stupidity, in other words, passes as complexity, and male complexity requires, again, female simplicity.ā
ā Judith Halberstam, The Queer Art of Failure
āMedusa lost her beautyāor rather, it was taken from her. Beauty is always something you can lose. Womenās beauty is seen as something separate from us, something we owe but never own: We are its stewards, not its beneficiaries. We tend it like a garden where we do not live. Oh, but uglinessāugliness is always yours. Almost everyone has some innate kernel of grotesquerie; even fashion models (Iāve heard) tend to look a bit strange and froggish in person, having been gifted with naturally level faces that pool light luminously instead of breaking it into shards. And everyone has the ability to mine their ugliness, to emphasize and magnify it, to distort even those parts of themselves that fall within acceptable bounds. Where beauty is narrow and constrained, ugliness is an entire galaxy, a myriad of sparkling paths that lurch crazily away from the ideal. There are so few ways to look perfect, but there are thousands of ways to look monstrous, surprising, upsetting, outlandish, or odd. Thousands of stories to tell in dozens of languages: the languages of strong features or weak chins, the languages of garish makeup and weird haircuts and startling clothes, fat and bony and hairy languages, the languages of any kind of beauty thatās not white. Nose languages, eyebrow languages, piercing and tattoo languages, languages of blemish and birthmark and scar. When you give up trying to declare yourself acceptable, there are so many new things to say.ā
ā What If We Cultivated Our Ugliness?,Ā Jess Zimmerman (via xshayarsha)
āLet us not desert one another; we are an injured body.ā
ā Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey (via antigonick)
I could not have said this better myself.
the rest of their tweetstorm is amazing.
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@redheadedred
FT and I talk about this day ALL the time. ALL. THE. TIME. I love Munozās cruising utopia but i will also never forget this story
Hey guys. Iām glad to be finally posting my āmental breakdown survival guideā. As you know I struggle a lot with mental health, and so I have been through a lot of breakdowns. So many that I actually dropped out of university after 3 weeks in 2016 and had to take the whole year off. Because of this, Iāve made it my mission to help others with mental health issues as much as I can, so you donāt have to go through what Iāve been through.
Anyway, here is my guide. I tried to keep it general, and actually useful. If you have any questions or additions please feel free to add them.
And as ever, if you want to talk to me about studying with mental illness or want to see a post on a specific topic, please feel free to message me.
We do not know our own souls, let alone the souls of others. Human beings do not go hand in hand the whole stretch of the way. There is a virgin forest in each; a snowfield where even the print of birdsā feet is unknown. Here we go alone, and like it better so. Always to have sympathy, always to be accompanied, always to be understood would be intolerable.
Virginia Woolf, On Being Ill. (via kuanios)
Always read Jenny Zhang. Always. Here Jenny exposes āthe long con of white mediocrityā:
āWhite supremacy tries to reduce people of color to our traumas. Resisting white supremacy means insisting that we are more than our traumas. One quick perusal through the shelves of world literature in any bookstore confirms just what the literary world wants to see from writers of color and writers from developing nations: trauma. Why, for example, is the English-speaking literary world mostly interested in fiction or poetry from China if the writer can be labeled as a āpolitical dissidentā? Even better if the writer has been tortured, imprisoned, or sentenced to hard labor by the Chinese government at one point. Surely there are amazing Chinese writers who donāt just identify as political dissidents just as there are many amazing white American writers who donāt identify, or rather, are not identified as one thing. Why are we so perversely interested in narratives of suffering when we read things by black and brown writers? Where are my carefree writers of color at? Seriously, where?ā
Jericho Brown.
if god isnt a carly rae jepsen stan then why did she literally block out the fucking sun in honor of the two year anniversary of emotionĀ
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