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Trajan’s Column and the Church of the Most Holy Name of Mary, Rome.
Not knowing that you have a villain inside you, a hero, and a bystander is a lesson that everyone should learn.
What is the quote from Jingo, by Sir Terry Pratchett, to the effect of "when someone does something terrible, we want it to be one of Them, because if it isn't Them, then it is Us?"
“It was because he wanted there to be conspirators. It was much better to imagine men in some smoky room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over the brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told their children bedtime stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.”
Jingo. 1997. Pratchett, Terry. NY, London, and Ankh-Morpork: Harper-Collins. p. 205
“She died at 7:07 a.m. PST. It is three hours earlier in Hawaii. Does that mean in Hawaii she hasn’t died yet? But the plane ride to Hawaii is five hours long. This time gap can never be overcome. The difference is called grieving.”
— Victoria Chang, from OBIT
Would you like to be old friends? maybe meet again in a decade or so? stumble into the same corner of the world by happy, human accident? look at me like you know me? like all the love we had was just on stand by, waiting to be fallen back into, waiting for permission to wake up, like the dormant volcano we are? pick each other back up again like a well loved, well forgotten book? would you like to be old friends? would you like to remember me a little?
hi - sorry if you’ve done this already - but perhaps either watching someone fall out of love with you or accepting the fact that “I love you” has now become one sided (if those make sense!)
hanif kureishi / unknown / taylor swift / @ijaazat / the front bottoms / mitski / tony kushner / fleabag (2016-2019) / sabrina benaim
prompt: codependency!
BE WITH ME ALWAYS
nicke zimov / fleur jaeggy / fray narte / anne sexton / hannibal (2013-2015) / zella day / darker than erebus / sandarafreedompark
a little boy sees and hears birds with delight. then the good father comes along and feels he should share the experience and help his son develop. he says: “that’s a jay, and this is a sparrow.” the moment the little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing. he has to see and hear them the way his father wants him to. father has good reasons on his side, since few people can afford to go through life listening to the birds sing, and the sooner the little boy starts his "education" the better. maybe he will be an ornithologist when he grows up.
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eric berne, games people play
i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”
mom, will you wash my back this once? and then we can forget it all...
1. 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭 // 2. 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐠, 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 // 3. @prettypositivity // 4. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬- 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐤𝐢, 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 2013 𝐚𝐫𝐭- 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 // 5. 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐞 // 6.@heavensghost // 7. @/𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐠 // 8. 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐬6𝐞7 // 9. 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐠, 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 // 10. 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐞𝐥𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞
Sleepless in Seattle dir. Nora Ephron (1993)
“I break my own heart by expecting people to be as attached to me as I am to them.”
— Unknown
“The heart grows brutal from feeding on fantasies.”
— Robert Pinsky
You know that Ada Limón poem where she’s like “i can’t help it i love the way men love”? my dad recently confessed to me that he became a shoemaker because they buried my grandma shoeless
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Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds - Ada Limón
BEHIND THE SCENES OF THE GODFATHER (1972), dir. Francis Ford Coppola.