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Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters
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Маленькое, незначительное красивое событие (Small insignificant beautiful event), 2023
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It’s so fascinating how that looks like light, how beautiful
I don't think all art is secretly about repressed sexuality because there are simply very many drives and emotions in this world but I do think all art is secretly about the repressed desire to be some kind of sicko. I think you have to be a real twisted bastard to care enough about something to study it and express it in any kind of artistic medium. think of all the time it takes to practice and hone any craft, anatomy studies and vocal warm ups and hand stretches and the like are pursuits only fit for the unhinged. the craftsperson who designed my favorite scarf had the kind of intimate knowledge of dyes and fabric textures that only a madman would attempt to understand and I thank them for it everyday.
Crime and Punishment oversimplified -
Everyone: You’re just a normal guy
Raskolnikov: No I’m not
Everyone: Yes, you are
Raskolnikov, smugly: Well, could a normal guy do this? *kills two old women and goes batshit insane for 800 pages*
you're allowed to say "sex" on the internet. See? I just did it. Sex. Sex sex sex. You don't have to say s*x or smex or Adult Fun Times or s3x or "spice" any other variation of self-censorship on tumblr dot com you can just spell out the word SEX i am going to scream until the heat death of the universe
i hate australian people they need a dumb fucking nickname for every single word. can’t even get in a car accident without some australian asshole coming up to you and saying “oh gotcha self in a carblammy there aintcha mate” kill yourself and go to hell
fuck off are you serious?
oh my god
how do you have 2 silly words for a car crash
i hate writing smut.
Raskolnikov mind become my new blorbo. We will see
Honestly I understand Raskolnikov because sometimes a certain thing can make you so emotional that you just completely numb out to it. And when you're not it hits you right in the heart
its so sweet to me whenever a reconstruction of a neanderthal's face shows up on social media and people are like "oh they would have loved minecraft" "they would have loved weed brownies" it's so sweet. i hope that continues on to the next stage of human evolution. i want whoever comes next to dig me up, reconstruct my face, and for the girlbloggers of this far-flung civilization to go "duuuude she would have loved churfing back a freefing zarbee"
“Lovers” by Lev Khailov (1950s)
I usually fucking loathe anyone who references 1984 on social media but I do feel like actually Microsoft deciding to underline every use of an intensifier as an error is some Newspeak bullshit. no you can't replace "very nervous" with "nervous" to make a sentence "more concise" actually, because the word "very" has an actual fuckdamn meaning that I am deliberately conveying, you soulless corporate horseshit shovelling cartoon paperclip ass motherfucker
there is no soul of an artist that distinguishes them from some 'non-artist' category of person that could simply never comprehend what it is like. anyone can make art. you should know this by now. from ratatouille
a while ago I read this sci-fi short story from the 50s where a guy is kidnapped and interrogated by aliens using a very sophisticated lie detector, but he realizes that the lie detector works off technical truth, and with some careful phrasing and misdirection, he manages to make them believe that humans are a race of immortal, overpowered, omniscient telepathic beings. and it works.
my favorite part is when he tells them that humans are "capable of transportation without the aid of spaceships or any vehicles, just by using mental power to control physical matter". it's true, we can. it's called walking.
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