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doesn’t work 4 me

do you ever tire of how, like, dramatic anxiety is?? it’s like. bitch. bitch. it’s not that serious. we’ll live. it’ll probably be a pain in the ass, but we’ll live. so stop making me feel like i’m actively dying.

cybergata

disgustinganimals

if anyone runs out of party drugs during quarantine just put this on repeat for a while

catsthefun

Every morning a cat wakes me up. I woke her up today

noctipotent

“The description of genius with feminine images did not serve to bridge the gulf between male and female artists, partly because of the different ways that their creativity was conceived. Actual childbirth was regarded as an outgrowth of women’s “natural” biological role; their own particular emotions and sensitivities were similarly regarded as manifestations of what nature bestowed upon them. Their artistic expression was thereby categorized less as achievement than as natural display; consequently the expression of feeling in women’s art was often seen as a manifestation of temperament, while strong feelings expressed in the work of men were interpreted as emotions conveyed with mastery and control. By this way of thinking, emotions in women’s art are a byproduct of nature; in contrast, the genius of the male artist produces a new creation that transcends the dictates of nature”

— Carolyn Korsmeyer, Gender and Aesthetics: An Introduction

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michaelnothing

I'm Karen.

quotemadness

“Her feelings were very acute, and too little understood to be properly attended to. Nobody meant to be unkind, but nobody put themselves out of their way to secure her comfort.”

— Jane Austen

beardedchrisevans

swirlevans

Christopher just say the word we can have this for real.

theperksofbeingareader

We sure can. I’ll give him all the kids he wants

quotemadness

“I’ve read that if an avalanche buries you and you’re lying there underneath all that snow, you can’t tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise. That was how I felt, disoriented, suspended in confusion, stripped of my compass.”

— Khaled Hosseini