Canât risk it
The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.
I couldnât not give a fuck
So Iâm hitching my truck
To the wagon of the duck.
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸

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Canât risk it
The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.
I couldnât not give a fuck
So Iâm hitching my truck
To the wagon of the duck.
i envy people who have dreams with clear rational plots like âi was on my favourite tv show for a dayâ my dreams are like iâm in a diner and iâm pregnant. i leave the diner and iâm in a forest watching the pregnant woman who is no longer me. she turns around and now weâre in a jeep and sheâs my dad. weâre listening to music which is somehow numbers. he asks if i remember the time we went to pakistan and i say yeah because i do. i wake up and remember iâve never been to pakistan in my life.
People who are depressed seem to view everything more realistically than people who arenât.
Yep.
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Relationship Status: Engaged to a guy who is not Mr Darcy and constantly weeping about it Lipstick or Chapstick: LIPSTICK because pfft nourishment/practicality BRING ON THE BRIGHT COLOURS this is a metaphor for my whole life Last song I listened to: Somebody that I used to know, Gotye ft. Kimbra Last movie I watched: Karan Arjun <3 Top 3 shows: Six Wives with Lucy Worsley, X-Files, Gotham Top 3 characters: The Mad Hatter, The Cat in Coraline, Anne Elliot Top 3 ships: Drarry, Romione, Everthorne
I texted my friends I was getting help for my depression, after refusing to do anything about it for ages. They responded with these nearly identical messages within minutes and it's the purest feeling in the world. I'm tearing up.
what i want when i look up depression: those jokey posts that are actually a thinly veiled cry for help that are highkey relatable and an easy way for me to show im currently upset without being too obvious/worrying
what i get: black and white movie gifs with quotes taken way out of context and people making depression seem like some beautiful profound thing like nah fam i havenât showered in 4 days and i want to die
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Iâve always hoped to find someone I was deeply in love with. Someone I could spend the rest of my life with, silly isnât it?
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Who made this the bodyguard uniform?
âColor is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.â
Happy birthday to Claude Monet, born this day in 1840!
[Claude Monet. Agapanthus. 1914â26]
What a beautiful soul, to say something like this.
tumblr meme culture is really just a form of neo dadaism
Iâd like to clarify:
dada was a largely european art movement that took place after wwi. this time and place is not a coincidence. let me explain.Â
dada art made no sense. the artists who made dada lived in a world in which nothing made sense - in which conventional logic led to the senselessness of a world war. so, making art that made no sense, making - well, you canât really call it art, so making ANTI-art that rejected the conventions that brought about that atrocity in the first place - it made total sense. (if that makes any sense.)
so the artists did weird things. new things! putting things that were already made together and calling it sculpture, cutting up bits of pictures and putting them together and calling that something to frame - this site has some nice examples.
but from my perspective - thereâs serious intellectual continuity between the absurdity of attaching a bunch of tacks to the bottom of an iron, rendering it useless, and sayâŚ. bath bomb posts. Put a fucking macbook in a bath. itâs useless now. Nobody fucking cares anymore. you want something funny? you want a punchline? gun. thatâs your punchline. Take it. I am laughing
in a way it could be a method of venting some of the frustration and hopelessness and dissatisfaction that tumblrâs userbase (largely, disenfranchised millennials) feels in the modern day. I canât really speak for anyone else, but⌠at least from a US perspective, thereâs plenty to be disillusioned about. growing up in a constant state of questionably justified war, income inequality, an economic recession caused by the actions of a handful of wealthy fucks who didnât even get properly punished, growing awareness of police brutality, being called lazy and self-absorbed by the generations that gave us these problems in the first place⌠I canât help but think that these factors (and more) could produce a similar mindset to the one that precipitated the first dada movement.Â
so of COURSE we make nonsense jokes. itâs a coping mechanism for a world which doesnât make any sense.
related: this isnât by tumblr but I have to plug UCLAâs atrocity of a virtual gallery once more. it really needs to be experienced, but⌠itâs definitely also millennial neo dada. from the presentation (like an unplayable video game) to the content (THE DOGS HAVE ARRIVED), it is exactly what I am talking about. it is a fucking shitpost. and itâs high art, too! I love this
tl;dr: my generation is fed up with this bullshit, and the best way that we can express that is by shitposting. alternatively, dada was an early precursor to modern shitposting and we should all thank duchamp for signing a fucking urinal
a dear friend has given a perfect update to some of my phrasing, courtesy of their word replace extension:
you see this? this is exactly what Iâm fucking talking about. the thing that Iâm talking about is:
Iâd also say that while Dadaism was obsessed with the technological aspects of Modernity, of newspapers, of industrial mechanics and factory made clocks, neo-dadaism (of which shitposting but also the increasingly broad reach of the New Aesthetic and net aesthetics) is obsessed with the technological aspects of our time, or at the beginning of our time.
As just a comparison, the Clock in Absurdist and Dadaist art is both a symbol of the uplifting beginning of industrial relations (as one of the first complicated machines made by manufacturers, as the symbol of mankindâs ability to triumph and analyze nature and better ourselves) and as the deified symbol of horrific modernity (of demarcated time, labor hours, the oppression of the working class via managerial time), Neo-Dadaism/Absurdism has a similar relationship with early computers, which both symbolizes the utopian attitudes which we entered the digital age with, and the horrifying period we live in now, where the Digital is ever present and semi-deified.
My favorite dada satire is probably from Georges Grosz who takes the kind of robotic modernist tube people of folks like Leger:
and turns them into these mindlessly patriotic broken automatons chanting rote phrases:
And itâs so so funny to me that thereâs all kinds of Gen X artists out there creating art about the millennials on their damn cellumar phones who think theyâre the inheritors of this aesthetic but really itâs people who use the Madden gif generator to shitpost because theyâre taking the technology meant for a coherent purpose for a particular narrative and theyâre breaking it and turning it back on itself.
I think you might be onto somethingâŚ
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Aside from color palettes and materials used, I see literally zero difference.
This is one of the top 3 best posts Iâve ever seen on tumblr and Iâve been here for years.
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STATUS: DAY MADE.
This post has been on my mind constantly for ages.
Sometimes youâre 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. Youâre just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books youâre reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just donât feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but âMomâsâ probably wouldnât feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that youâll never be this young again but this is the first time youâve ever been this old. When you canât remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffeeâs done. Youâre going to breathe in and out. Youâre going to be fine in about five minutes.
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White ppl: if u just comply with the cops u won't have to worry about getting shot.
Me: Shows them the video of Charles Kinsey (a black male, laying down on the ground with his hands in the air, stating that he nor his autistic patient are weaponized) getting shot.
White ppl: Umm . . . well . . . his hands aren't perfectly straight up in the air . . . the police couldn't have been sure obviously . . . why are u making everything a race issue?!
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Pride and Prejudice, and Consent
Time to cleanse the palate with a bit of positive relationship analysis!
One of the tropes that plagues, and has plagued, romance fiction ever since the invention of the novel is the idea of female consent not being necessary as long as the male is desirable and/or really wants her. Often, the heroine will succumb either to her own desires or his, whether she is entirely willing to do so or not, and that is framed as being analogous with passionâeven love.
Well, two hundred years before Fifty Shades of Grey played fast and loose with consent issues, I present to you the antithesis of this trope in Mr. Darcy of Pemberley.
Elizabeth Bennet, the heroine of Pride and Prejudice, receives two proposals of marriage that are eerily similar, despite the outward differences of her two suitors. Mr. Collins and Mr. Darcy both spring unexpected and unwelcome proposals of marriage on her, calling to light her familyâs lack of financial security and connection, seeing themselves as condescending to offer for her, and being completely perplexed by her refusal to accept them.
Elizabeth to Collins: You could not make me happy, and I am convinced I am the last woman in the world who would make you so.
Elizabeth to Darcy: I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.â
Elizabethâs words leave no ambiguity for either gentleman: she soundly rejects them both in a similar fashion. From this, readers may infer that since Darcy and Elizabeth end up together, it is Darcy who is persistent in his romantic intentions after Elizabeth has said âno.â But in fact, it is Collins who refuses to take no for an answer, and Darcy who never oversteps his bounds.
The first thing Collins says after he hears her rejection is that she cannot be serious in her refusal.Â
 "I am not now to learn,â replied Mr. Collins, with a formal wave of the hand, âthat it is usual with young ladies to reject the addresses of the man whom they secretly mean to accept, when he first applies for their favour; and that sometimes the refusal is repeated a second or even a third time. I am therefore by no means discouraged by what you have just said, and shall hope to lead you to the altar ere long.â
So elevated is his own sense of self-worth that she has to explain to him that she did, in fact, mean what she said:
 âUpon my word, sir,â cried Elizabeth, âyour hope is rather an extraordinary one after my declaration. I do assure you that I am not one of those young ladies (if such young ladies there are) who are so daring as to risk their happiness on the chance of being asked a second time. I am perfectly serious in my refusal.â
What is the result? Collins still doesnât take no for an answer, again:
 âWere it certain that Lady Catherine would think so,â said Mr. Collins very gravely â âbut I cannot imagine that her ladyship would at all disapprove of you. And you may be certain that when I have the honour of seeing her again, I shall speak in the highest terms of your modesty, economy, and other amiable qualifications.â
 âIndeed, Mr. Collins, all praise of me will be unnecessary. You must give me leave to judge for myself, and pay me the compliment of believing what I say.â
And again:
 âWhen I do myself the honour of speaking to you next on this subject, I shall hope to receive a more favourable answer than you have now given me; though I am far from accusing you of cruelty at present, because I know it to be the established custom of your sex to reject a man on the first application, and perhaps you have even now said as much to encourage my suit as would be consistent with the true delicacy of the female character.â
 âReally, Mr. Collins,â cried Elizabeth with some warmth, âyou puzzle me exceedingly. If what I have hitherto said can appear to you in the form of encouragement, I know not how to express my refusal in such a way as may convince you of its being one.â
And again:
   "You must give me leave to flatter myself, my dear cousin, that your refusal of my addresses is merely words of course. My reasons for believing it are briefly these: â It does not appear to me that my hand is unworthy your acceptance, or that the establishment I can offer would be any other than highly desirable. My situation in life, my connections with the family of De Bourgh, and my relationship to your own, are circumstances highly in my favour; and you should take it into farther consideration that, in spite of your manifold attractions, it is by no means certain that another offer of marriage may ever be made you. Your portion is unhappily so small, that it will in all likelihood undo the effects of your loveliness and amiable qualifications. As I must therefore conclude that you are not serious in your rejection of me, I shall chuse to attribute it to your wish of increasing my love by suspense, according to the usual practice of elegant females.â
   âI do assure you, sir, that I have no pretension whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man. I would rather be paid the compliment of being believed sincere. I thank you again and again for the honour you have done me in your proposals, but to accept them is absolutely impossible. My feelings in every respect forbid it. Can I speak plainer? Do not consider me now as an elegant female, intending to plague you, but as a rational creature, speaking the truth from her heart.â
And again:Â Â
âYou are uniformly charming!â cried he, with an air of awkward gallantry; âand I am persuaded that, when sanctioned by the express authority of both your excellent parents, my proposals will not fail of being acceptable.â
In fact, Collins only stops pursuing Elizabeth when her father puts his foot down and backs her refusal. Pride and Prejudice is a comedy, and so the tone is light on the surface, but beneath the satire is a very real, earnest desire to communicate how often womenâs wordsâeven their consentâare dismissed as fickle or inconsequential. Seeing our heroine not fleeing dramatically from a villain, but pursued by an entitled man who doesnât take her words seriously, we feel Elizabethâs sense of outrage and how belittling it is for Collins to act this way.
By contrast, though we might imagine a love interest like Darcy to be overcome with passion and try to make her his own by any means, Darcy is remarkably restrained and respectful without ever losing his ardent love for the woman he wants to marry. The first divergence of his response from Collinsâ occurs right after he has been rejected:
   "And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus rejected. But it is of small importance.â
The wording here is important. He doesnât demand that she explain why she rejected him, but rather why she was so impolite about doing so (since he has no knowledge of her dislike of him). He continues to be honest about his objections to her familyâs behavior and place in the world, and to be angry at her for defending the duplicitous Wickham, but he never tries to convince her that she was wrong in rejecting him, even though he still views her as a social inferior.
After their heated conversation, Darcy leaves with an apology that he has occupied her for so long:
   "You have said quite enough, madam. I perfectly comprehend your feelings, and have now only to be ashamed of what my own have been. Forgive me for having taken up so much of your time, and accept my best wishes for your health and happiness.â
This is a far cry from Collins following Elizabeth around after the proposal and trying to go over her head to her parents for support.
But waitâdoesnât the love interest write Elizabeth a letter, convincing her to give him another chance?
No. Both Darcyâs letter and its method of delivery are respectful of Elizabethâs boundaries and her refusal of him.
It should be noted that an unmarried gentlewoman receiving letters from a man she was not engaged to resulted in scandal if it were ever exposed. If Darcy had wanted to compel Elizabeth to marry him, he would only have had to deliver the letter publicly, or through the post. Instead, he delivers the letter in person, when they are alone in a park and there is no chance of discovery. It is still a bit of a risk, though, and so he asks (not demands) that she read it:
âWill you do me the honour of reading that letter?â
Right from the beginning, Darcy reassures Elizabeth that he is not trying to impose on her or get her to accept him after she has made her wishes clear:
 "Be not alarmed, madam, on receiving this letter, by the apprehension of its containing any repetition of those sentiments or renewal of those offers which were last night so disgusting to you.Â
While it is more than apparent that her rejection stung and he is still in love with her, he never brings up the subject of the proposal againâthe contents are a defense of the charges she had laid against his character, as well as a warning against Wickham for her own safety. He doesnât ask for a second chance or demand she reconsider her words, even in light of this new information. Moreover, he trusts her with the knowledge of his sisterâs near-elopement with Wickham (which could cause a scandal if discovered), thus risking as much by delivering the letter as Elizabeth does by accepting it. In every way, he trusts her judgment and keeps her wishes in mind.
When they meet again at Pemberley, Darcy is trying to reform his behavior. He is cordial to her tradesman uncle and aunt, and has divested himself of the haughtiness that prevented her from seeing his true worth initially. Darcy does not give himself permission to pursue Elizabeth as a result of this change in character; it is only after they have met and talked cordially that he asks her, not to speak with him alone, but to meet his sister. In fact, he resists making romantic overtures for the duration of the visit, which ends abruptly when Elizabeth discovers her sisterâs elopement with Wickham. And even there, when she and Darcy are accidentally alone during her distress, he makes no move to use the occasion as an excuse to âcomfortâ her with his advances. His reaction is, in fact, quite the opposite:
 "I am afraid you have been long desiring my absence, nor have I anything to plead in excuse of my stay, but real, though unavailing, concern.â
Another opportunity arises for Darcy to compel Elizabeth to marry him, this time out of gratitude. Unable to see Elizabeth so wretched, he finds Lydia and Wickham in London and, at great expense, convinces them to marry. He saves not only her sisterâs reputation but that of her entire family. Yet rather than use that as an example to Elizabeth of what a good person he is, he forbids her aunt and uncle from mentioning that it was he who saved the Bennetsâ good name. Elizabeth doesnât even know he was involved until Lydia thoughtlessly gives the game away (after she, too, was sworn to secrecy). Â
How then, do Lizzy and Darcy get together? It is Elizabeth herself who gives Darcy a reason to believe her opinion of him has improved. During a verbal duel with Darcyâs formidable aunt, she comes out the winner and point-blank refuses to give Lady Catherine a promise not to pursue Mr. Darcy. Lady Catherine petulantly tries to cut the problem off at the source by relating everything to her nephew. It works about as well as youâd expect.
 But, unluckily for her ladyship, its effect had been exactly contrariwise.
   "It taught me to hope,â said he, âas I had scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before. I knew enough of your disposition to be certain, that had you been absolutely, irrevocably decided against me, you would have acknowledged it to Lady Catherine, frankly and openly.â
What prompts Darcy to renew his offer of marriage is nothing more or less than evidence that Elizabeth had seen his change of heart and accepted it.
âYou are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once.My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.â
Above is Darcyâs second proposal. After hearing her first rejection, he takes her at her word, respectfully gives her information that might have led her to mistaken conclusions about him, leaves even before he is asked to, reforms his own behavior, never takes advantage of their being alone to make unwanted advances, assists her and her family without taking any credit, and once he has seen enough signs to think she might accept him, renews his offer once and only once. If she says no again, unlike Collins, he will not continue to pester her or seek her out. He will not try to convince her that her decision was wrong. It is a sad statement on society that this is a remarkable thing, no less in the real world than in fiction, and all too prevalent in heroes of romance even two hundred years later. There is no shortage of love interests who mistake passion for permission, conflict for consent, and adversity for flirtationâbut there is also no excuse for this to continue, particularly now. If a novel published in 1813 can understand the letter and spirit of consent, I think we can do better in our own time.
EDIT: Continued here.