maki

Tokyo

[wwwwwwwwwwww123]

(Xユーザーのがぽぽんさん: 「水分補給と塩分補給をしてても 暑い場所にいると熱中症になります。 今日も一日ご安全に！ #現場猫 https://t.co/ObZeXmOtt6」 / Xから)

[mtblike]

ヨシ！

[kosmogrl]

[treecitysessions]

I think I’m gonna do this challenge

[isssac]

[brightgoat]

rummaging for an earl grey teabag like its a cigarette

[highlandvalley]

https://twitter.com/hisashirahama/status/968163177723674624/photo/1

[llovinghome]

[iamhavingsomuchfun]

[sundewbaby]

Love and light yeah but also sacred rage and darkness

[highlandvalley]

(via tkqさんはTwitterを使っています: 「俺もそう願ってる https://t.co/bjx2HvdnLW」 / X)

[rainformation]

formative years? aren’t they all?

[absolutejamer]

show me a permanent self and i will show you a facade or a corpse

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: July 1. Too tired. END ID]

[shisasan]

same month, same exhaustion, different century

[vlindervin7]

All I can think abt is that one quote that basically just describes that you can’t be your true self in your native language bc there’s too much emotional attachment, but that second languages allow speakers to be truly free with their words

[vlindervin7]

“Some things could only be written in a foreign language; they are not lost in translation, but conceived by it. Foreign verbs of motion could be the only ways of transporting the ashes of familial memory. After all, a foreign language is like art—an alternative reality, a potential world. »

- Svetlana Boym, “Estrangement as a Lifestyle: Shklovsky and Brodsky”

“Bilinguals overwhelmingly report that they feel like different people in different languages. It is often assumed that the mother tongue is the language of the true self. (…) But, it first languages are reservoirs of emotion, second languages can be rivers undammed, freeing their speakers to ride different currents.”

- Love in Translation by Lauren Collins from the New Yorker, August 8 & 15, 2016

[effyeffa]

when ilya kaminski said in an interview “even the shape of my face changed when i began to live inside the english language”

[possibdfmsds]

If we put aside the idea of a “true self,” because that is a discussion in its own right, from my reading and research few exophonic writers ever speak about freedom of expression in such terms… what the other language provides is detachment. And by detaching oneself from their writing (from the emotional background of chosen words, their socio-historical significance, familial usage etc), what these writers report is another point of view, a newfound clarity. Which isn’t limited to learning/using another language, it can be achieved through any sort of displacement. But it is no wonder these often come together, the new language and displacement, in whichever order that may be. In many cases the othe

I have pages and pages of research on this but another thing to consider

“Which language we choose to convey our experience shows how we position ourselves and to whom we explain ourselves: Do we choose to enter a dialogue with our new culture or to the ones we left behind in our native country?”

from Julia Beltsiou’s Immigration in Psychoanalysis: Locating Ourselves

[innerchildabortionclinic]

careers under capitalism

helping elderly people: one dollar

Senior Torture Manager: $1,500,000,000/yr plus benefits

[uncertainlys]

i hope everything works out in the end because i am so so scared

[endless-unfolding]

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

—Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things,” Collected Poems 1957-1982 (Counterpoint, 1985)

[nobrashfestivity]

Kiyoshi Yamashita, Nagaoka fireworks display

Nicknamed “The Naked General”,  Yamashita used the chigiri-e method of sticking torn pieces of colored paper together to depict the scenery he saw on his travels.