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I should be allowed into every museum's archives actually
There’s a realistically nonzero chance that this will be a conceptually novel and thought-provoking reinterpretation of the themes and symbolism of a tragic casualty of vengeance and circumstance within a complex classic but I’m scared
This Woman Has Not Read Hamlet
Okay so again I don’t know what I was expecting and I’m not surprised so this feels a little unfair but it seems I’m actually a little mad about this actually
Ophelia as a character is shown to be restricted as women were in her environment to her relationships with men. Her father, her brother, and her romantic interest. She isn’t just The Girl in this story- she can easily be interpreted as any woman of her standing at this time.
And because of this- as women were, and still often are- her personhood was reduced to the context in which she served others: a daughter, a sister, a lover. She is nothing else because all she is allowed to be, all she CAN be, is what she can offer, what she can PROVIDE, the esteem in which she is held by those men.
So we see a person whose personhood is, in effect, a shadow cast by the relationships in which she belongs. “Belongs” in the possessive sense, because she has no agency, no worth or value beyond those relationships, and it doesn’t matter if she is happy or not because she couldn’t live any sort of meaningful life apart from them.
In this circumstance in which Ophelia has been raised, in this society, in this position, the Existence of Ophelia is a shadow cast in the light of three candles. Her father, her brother, her lover, who can shine their lights and cast as many shadows as they wish while she cannot.
Her brother is leaving. He is no steady pillar. If she is not sistered, she is not a sister.
And then her lover, he loses his mind. He goes hot and cold, loving and then cruel and then kind and then completely nonsensical. If she is not loved, she is not a lover.
And then her father is killed. And if she is not daughtered, she is not a daughter.
Physically, emotionally, spiritually, the context she exists within is taken away, and so she is nothing. Just the shape of a girl left adrift in a vacuum.
She is a construction of other’s perceptions, and when she is no longer perceived in a way that is stable, she loses her stability. She’s never been truly alone in herself- never seen herself outside the eyes of those who see her, patronize her, value her, and so her fate is tied to their perceptions. Her value is what they find her value to be; her personhood is what they find her personhood to be.
Ophelia dies covered in flowers, singing in a river. A nonsensical caricature of what a girl should be- beautiful, whimsical, lighthearted, young, left literally and figuratively adrift. Desperately grasping to fulfill the role she was shaped into despite no longer possessing the context in which it has function. Like post-traumatic stress, all that’s left of her is the flinch-and-run response to the bang of a gun you hear on the radio a hundred miles from the battlefield. A reaction to an action that is no longer happening.
She is reduced to Madness as Madness truly is- the rational, logical, straightforward actions of a hero suddenly dropped into the wrong story, giving the right answers to the wrong questions.
I’m not an academic, so my interpretation might be way off, but I love Ophelia because broadly speaking she is an answer to the question of what makes us who we are. If a tree falls in the forest, and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound? If a tree is not perceived, is it even a tree? If your only value is to others, what are you when there are no longer others to value you? What happens when their value of you wavers? Fluctuates madly without reason? What are you then?
But yeah, Taylor, girls should stay slay. Hashtag girl power
Sorry to reblog this again but l've been thinking about it all day and managed to boil it down and figure out WHY it was making me so angry
When you read the text and then the lyrics, what the song is essentially saying is "Ophelia died because in her society, a woman without a man was as good as dead. Fortunately I have a man, so / don't *need* to be a fully actualized person in my own life. Hashtag girlboss". Which so wildly misses the point that it’s sort of amazing that the construction of the song itself betrays absolutely no rational reasonable shred of a clue that it’s anything less that 100% sincere in this interpretation.
Unfortunately, "I don't need to be a self-actualized person to survive because I will never run out of people who need me to fulfill the role I play for them in society" would have been a far more powerful statement, especially given the “showgirl” theme, and if I believed for even half a second that this super secret deeply encoded confessional communiqué was even slightly conscious or deliberate then l'd be far more willing to overlook the fart ass doodoo peepee rhyme scheme
anyway it’s been six months and do you want to guess what’s on the radio every 90 minutes everywhere I go like fucking clockwork
I love the word "jamboree". If I had a daughter I'd name her Jamboree Lynn, and if I had a son, I'd leave him in the woods to be raised by coyotes.
I’ve seen you people thirst after men I wouldn’t even feed to my creature
looks inside procrastination -> it's anxiety -> looks inside anxiety -> it's fear -> looks inside fear -> it's shame
Surely these circumstances will improve with additional shame
When the illness you have causes symptoms
This isn’t the gif i was looking for but I’m kind of enamored by it. Die white boy
i’ll be looking at paleolithic cave paintings and i’ll get fomo like damnnnnnnn i should have been at the cueva de las manos feeling up the rocks with grug and ugga fuuuuuuck
and we should have been there!!!!!!
doctor diagnosed me with something while i wasnt listening
Affirmations:
- I do not feel well and I am probably going to die
- I am sick and dying
- Girl it is Thursday
people who tell you to stop reading the news to "regulate your nervous system" do not have your best interests at heart. if following current events makes you spiral you probably need a better analytical frame, not less information
and the analytical frame you need is probably dialectical materialism
i'm totally crazy, i freak out all the time, but you know what helps me most? learning. reading. studying. discussing. sometimes you do need a nap, but sometimes you need a conversation with someone more knowledgeable/experienced, or a day at the (physical or digital) library. and really i think everyone has a different baseline emotional register that's best for them and their circumstances, but i recommend aiming to feel solid and anchored, not necessarily "calm." of course we won't feel "calm" after reading about genocide. but if we approach what we're reading correctly, it can strengthen our resolve; feed our fighting spirit; show us paths to liberation. a lot of people in my life have diagnosed me with "revolutionary optimism" and wonder how i maintain that mindset but i'm not an optimist by nature, it all comes from studying
everybody always going on about how we must imagine sisyphus happy or whatever but nobody ever talks about how the boulder feels
astonishing that camus never brought this up
me looking up the definition of a word i totally know the meaning of i just have to make sure it didn’t change for some reason or i made it up
listening to an album you used to love but overplayed for yourself after a really long time after the overplayedness has worn off and it sounds like it's supposed to again is the closest to being in heaven you can get during your mortal life i think
I will lock in tomorrow like nobody has ever locked in before
honestly I think i should be flogged and crucified
they should make a sleep that feels like you’ve slept