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me reading 1984 in high school every time the main dude would give a description of the only female character: big brother just kill this clown
Because Karl Marx was problematic, weâll have to abandon his work. Because everyone is problematic, weâll have to abandon everything. Just reblog memes, describe your privileges, sign petitions you donât understand for countries youâll never live in and make sure you continue jacking off to liberal identity politics. Revolutionary work.
so when virginia woolf writes paragraph long sentences itâs ârevolutionaryâ and âstarts a literary movementâ but when I do it Iâm âgrammatically incorrectâ and âneed to revise this paperâ
I love how the romantics were unable to tell if they were feverish or experiencing an (1) emotion.
oh...
A group of people lying in a drunken heap in a living room, 1954. Photographed by Kurt Hutton.
If your English teacher doesnât know that you are gay and/or a commie after you write an essay, are you even writing an essay
when women say âi hate menâ they mean it in the âstop hurting me and my sistersâ kind of way, not the âi want to rape, murder and oppress youâ way. you know, the way men hate women.
My style? Women's college student in the 1940s, seducing my classmates into passionate affairs and together radically redefining what love means for ourselves, in open defiance of what we were so strictly raised to expect from life. Or um like vintage I guess haha
remember, ladies, before you say or do anything, to ask yourself: is this something that would get me diagnosed with female hysteria and locked in the attic by my relatives in the 19th and early 20th century? and if the answer is yes, proceed
if you donât recognize the inherent misogyny in the concept of gender you probably donât understand radical feminism
I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad
In case you're curious here's what I mean.
Renaissance(distinct lines, stability and the individual man):
Baroque (bold, chaotic, dramatic):
Romantic(romanticize the simple hard working life):
Do you see the difference?
op is a vampire who painted works in all of these times
GET THEM!!!!
"When I start to feel for her, she is the only one to destroy the feelings for herself."
- Yes she is the one, for me it's you.
âI can say with great certainty and absolute honesty that I did not know what love was until I knew what love was not.â
â Unknown
"Iâve never bought into that âyou just knowâ notion. Love is a tricky thing. Sometimes it feels like an undeniable force that hits between the eyes and doesnât let up. Other times, itâs malleable, questionable. Itâs truth hidden in and amongst external obstacles and internal circumstances that have formed who you are, what you expect in the world, and how you can accept love."
- Josephine Barry, Anne with an E