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masha ✦ she/her ✦ @mmagpiez on insta “i’m quite illiterate, but i read a lot.”

[mmagpiez]

tryin to organize my page by taggin stuff! so..!

🍊 masha’s thoughts! —> u guessed it! my rants/opinions on various things!!!!!

🍊 quotes i stumble across —> basically all the quotes that make me sit n stare into space

🍊 poetry —> yes poetry.

🍊 asks!!!  —> self explanatory!!!!!!!!

[mmagpiez]

rory choosing to stay with lane after The Party (s3ep19) instead of chasing jess will always be such a heart wrenching moment because yeah you obviously stay with your best friend especially when she’s puking at a party and your boyfriend just acted like a jerk and got into a fight w some other guy but like… jess never had a support system!!!!! everyone in his life failed him!!! he was never chosen, never given the benefit of the doubt, was always an outsider, had no one to advocate for him, and UGH i know he was an avoidant edgy let-me-run-away-from-the-problem-and-never-open-up character and that’s why jessxrory never worked out but GOD i wonder what would have happened if rory chased after him & talked it out. god this is my favorite episode. the entire show (& rory) goes downhill from here.

[mmagpiez]

gilmore girls rewatch for the millionth time… you know when jess got that black eye from a swan & then rory thought he got into a fight with dean & it was this huge fight & bla bla. & then later… when they made up and rory asks what really happened & jess still LIES. i feel like that’s so….. indicative of them being different already at that point of time. I’m so so soooo team jess because he’s my favorite character but this moment always made me think… he couldn’t be vulnerable with her like he could be with someone like Luke for example (who he did tell about the swan). AGAIN this boy was rejected, never shown love in his life & strung around by girls & then Rory for a bit …. I feel like the only love and stability he really had in his life was Luke. In this essay i will-

[mmagpiez]

my dad and i r watching the prisoner of azkaban & we’ve gotten to the aunt marge scene and he fully went “haha wait this is when she blows up like a PEACH!”

[bakaity-poetry]

[mmagpiez]

but because those who love never know what they love/or why they love, or what love is./to love is eternal innocence.

[bakaity-poetry]

If you want to kill yourself, why don’t you want to kill yourself?

Now’s your chance! I, who greatly love both death and life,

Would kill myself too, if I dared kill myself...

If you dare, then be daring!

What good to you is the changing picture of outer images

We call the world?

What good is this cinema of hours played out

By actors with stock roles and gestures,

This colorful circus of our never-ending drive to keep going?

What good is your inner world which you don’t know?

Kill yourself, and maybe you’ll finally know it...

End it all, and maybe you’ll begin... If you’re weary of existing, at least Be noble in your weariness,

And don’t, like me, sing of life because you’re drunk,

Don’t, like me, salute death through literature!

You’re needed? O futile shadow called man!

No one is needed; you’re not needed by anyone... Without you everything will keep going without you.

Perhaps it’s worse for others that you live than if you kill yourself...

Perhaps your presence is more burdensome than your absence...

Other people’s grief? You’re worried

About them crying over you?

Don’t worry: they won’t cry for long...

The impulse to live gradually stanches tears

When they’re not for our own sake,

When they’re because of what happened to someone else, especially death,

Since after this happens to someone, nothing else will...

First there’s anxiety, the surprise of mystery’s arrival

And of your spoken life’s sudden absence...

Then there’s the horror of your visible and material coffin,

And the men in black whose profession is to be there.

Then the attending family, heartbroken and telling jokes,

Mourning between the latest news from the evening papers,

Mingling grief over your death with the latest crime...

And you merely the incidental cause of that lamentation,

You who will be truly dead, much deader than you imagine...

Much deader down here than you imagine,

Even if in the beyond you may be much more alive...

Next comes the black procession to the vault or grave,

And finally the beginning of the death of your memory.

At first everyone feels relieved

That the slightly irksome tragedy of your death is over...

Then, with each passing day, the conversation lightens up

And life falls back into its old routine...

Then you are slowly forgotten.

You’re remembered only twice a year:

On you birthday and your death day.

That’s it. That’s all. That’s absolutely all.

Two times a year they think about you.

Two times a year those who loved you heave a sigh,

And they may sigh on the rare occasions someone mentions your name.

Look at yourself in the face and honestly face what we are...

If you want to kill yourself, then kill yourself...

Forget your moral scruples or intellectual fears! What scruples or fears influence the workings of life?

What chemical scruples rule the driving impulse Of sap, the blood’s circulation, and love?

What memory of others exists in the joyous rhythm of life?

Ah, vanity of flesh and blood called man,

Can’t you see that you’re utterly unimportant?

You’re important to yourself, because you’re what you feel.

You’re everything to yourself, because for you you’re the universe,

The real universe and other people

Being mere satellites of your objective subjectivity.

You matter to yourself, because you’re all that matters to you.

And if this is true for you, O myth, then won’t it be true for others?

Do you, like Hamlet, dread the unknown?

But what is known?

What do you really know Such that you can call anything “unknown”?

Do you, like Falstaff, love life with all its fat?

If you love it so materially, then love it even more materially

By becoming a bodily part of the earth and of things!

Scatter yourself, O physicochemical system Of nocturnally conscious cells,

Over the nocturnal consciousness of the unconsciousness of bodies,

Over the huge blanket of appearances that blankets nothing,

Over the grass and weeds of proliferating beings, Over the atomic fog of things,

Over the whirling walls

Of the dynamic void that’s the world...

~ Fernando Pessoa (Álvaro de Campos), Lisbon Revisited

26 April, 1926

[mmagpiez]

does anyone know that one scene from some show where this couple is sitting together talking about the metamorphosis & the girl is like “do you know the metamorphosis?” n the guy is like “yeah ofc i do, i love franz kafka” & they just start making out… i need that scene so bad it’s so funny & i can’t track it down

[maneateration]

This Barbie is an Absurdist!!!

[mmagpiez]

finished reading lockwood & co for the first time!!! & i am angry all over again that they canceled the show …….

[eatpussypraylove]

It’s cool to not be totally healed from something 9 months later and it’s also cool to understand that you don’t really heal from anything you just live beyond it and find new happiness and it’s cool to grieve the loss of some sort of innocence you can’t quite name and it’s cool if you’re crying because I am too

[pinkmoon888]

Friendships that set ur standards so high... friendships that make you look at people who don't care if you live or die and say "well my FRIENDS would never treat me like this" and move on! Sorry for posting about this all the fucking time but I am so lucky I am possibly the luckiest girl in the whole world 🌎 hope everyone is feeling lucky and loved and lucky in love today

[catcrumb]

[metamorphesque]

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

[valtsv]

nothing in the world makes me more evil than just being kind of annoyed

[valtsv]

me when i'm in genuine agonising distress: i'm so sorry if i'm bothering you with my childish histrionics :/

me when i'm just in a bit of a bad mood: i hope hydrogen bombs fall on every living thing in the universe

[metamorphesque]

― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

[auroravictorium]

how to bug netflix 101

a few ideas/tips to put pressure on netflix to reconsider their decision, given the fact that a select few shows have had their fates reconsidered:

Keep Shadow and Bone & Six of Crows trending! Character names, 'No Mourners, No Funerals', Leigh Bardugo, and other key words might help too! And remember that the threshold to keep stuff trending gets higher the longer that words/phrases trend, meaning we have to keep it active!

Spam the Netflix title request form at https://help.netflix.com/en/titlerequest

with Shadow and Bone, Six of Crows, etc. At the very least, it'll inconvenience them.

Sign the petition at https://www.change.org/p/save-shadow-and-bone-a3b37712-c648-4b87-9bfc-8b8cd685c623

Fill their social medias with calls to renew. Again, at the very least it'll be annoying/inconvenient, but at least our voices will be heard.

If you feel so motivated, you can submit anonymous tips to publications and ask them to pick up the story (though there is no guarantee this will work). IGN, the Hollywood Reporter, Variety, and Deadline all accept anonymous tips without having to register or provide personal information.

UPDATE (16 Nov.) Send emails to the following people and let them know (respectfully) that we're unhappy with their decision and that they will be losing money as a result!

At the very least, Netflix has continually refused to listen to fans, even though we have shown that fandoms have the power to bring in lots of revenue; they seem to have forgotten who pays for their service and gives them the money they need to pay for the shows nobody has asked for.

Even worse, Netflix is holding the work of the writers hostage by owning the scripts yet refusing to produce them. Either Netflix needs to return the scripts to the writers, or they need to give the scripts to a platform who will actually use them and finish the story!

Industry-wide, there has been a repeated pattern of streaming platforms buying the right to a book or a series and then holding onto it without producing it or canceling it without finishing the story. This is similar to what 'patent trolls' do, filing for a patent without any real intent to use it. This is grossly unfair to the authors, not to mention the cast and crew whose livelihoods depend on a show surviving for longer than a season or two.

Leigh Bardugo deserves better. The crew deserves better. The cast deserves better. We the fans deserve better.

No mourners.

[torvagatai]

I really do think this is the beginning of the end of Netflix book adaptations. What author is going to sign with Netflix over any of its competitors, knowing that they'll likely be cancelled early without closure? Or, even worse, that their story will be scripted but never made and the rights never sold on? Far better to accept a lower deal from a smaller streamer, but earn more publicity through more seasons and know that your story will be treated properly and see the light of day.