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previously a deconstruction sideblog, now I just reblog things related to what I'm thinking about. Happily agnostic. South African.

[drumlincountry]

If your life is horrible and you need a new source of meaning and direction.... Do NOT find religion. Learn to identify plants.

[sexybritishllama]

just finished this month's book club book, went skimming goodreads reviews afterwards as you do, got my breath taken away by this absolutely brutal ending to one of the multi-paragraph 1 star reviews

[golyadkin]

you'll get the urge as an artist or a writer to say out loud the things you're worried about "the proportions are off" "kind of out of character" "i'm not good at summaries" "didn't get as much detail as i wanted" "i made a mistake and here's how" and that's the self-conscious part of your brain telling you "it's bad and if you don't tell them you know it's bad then they'll think you're stupid" but you've got to ignore that little voice and pretend you think it's good or else that little voice is going to ruin your life

[incognito-insomniac]

Some of the best advice I have ever gotten was from a creative writing professor. She said never apologize for your work. Never critic it before someone else does.

Her reasoning was you are the creator. You made your work from nothing and can see all the flaws and seems and holes. But your audience may not see any of it. Maybe they will; maybe they won't. But if you TELL them about the holes and the mistakes and the problems....they will 100% see them. So don't tell them. Don't sabotage yourself just because you think you're not good enough.

[pankendev]

(snaps out of it) OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING!! HOLY JESUS CHRIST FUCK WHY DID NOBODY TRY TO STOP ME (eases back into it) ahhhh. yeah this feels right

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

This is why you shouldn't take off The Amulet to shower.

[infiniteorangethethird]

"aros can still date!!": boring. tired. overused. frequently used to make aros look more palatable and acceptable to amatonormative society.

"alloros can still stay single!!": fresh. new. exciting. hearing it could change many people's lives for the better regardless of romantic orientation

[specialagentartemis]

Thinking about it, and I’d like to forward the idea that prejudice against single people (aromantics, asexuals, and also just… anyone who does not have a romantic partner) follows dynamics less like anti-queer bigotry and more akin to anti-fat bigotry.

Fatness, like singlehood, is seen at large as a state of failure. Everybody is supposed to want to be [thin / partnered], and if you are not, that is a personal failure on your part, and you are pathetic and mock-worthy. The popular idea is that of course everybody wants to be [thin / partnered], and everybody is striving towards the goal, and anybody who is not [thin / partnered] is either temporarily inconvenienced on their way to correctness, or has something fundamentally wrong with them. And because [fatness / singlehood] is something that is treated as fixable, if you have not fixed it, then there is something wrong with you—and thus discriminating against you is acceptable, because your [fatness / singlehood] is based on your own bad choices.

The world is, in some cases quite literally, not built for fat or single people. If you are fat or single, the world is much more difficult or expensive to live in, because it is structurally designed for the assumption that you are thin or that you have a partner. The normative Person, after all, is thin and romantically partnered. If you are not thin or not romantically partnered, there is something fundamentally less human about you.

[Fatness / singlehood] is something embarrassing, something worth mocking others over, something that reflects your fundamental unworthiness. Every fictional hero is thin, every fictional happy ending ends with romance. Everyone in your life is either quietly or not-so-quietly worried about you.

And all this is fine and acceptable. Because in the general perception, [fatness / singlehood] is not a real axis of bigotry. It’s a choice! You could just become a different person and stop being [fat / single]! You deserve the mockery, the derision, the attempts to fix you, the world not accommodating you, because you could just become a better person and stop being [fat / single] at any point. So it’s your own fault people treat you badly, really.

[disgustinggf]

[ellynneversweet]

1,372 votes and 251 comments so far on Reddit

Go cheer yourselves up, ladies. The comments are absolutely inspired.

[ruimtetijd]

[evilsoup]

Jesus Christ

[lucy-vanpelts]

when someone calls me their friend my heart skips a beat it’s like i won at being myself

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Prompt: Famous Last Words

Choose one of these famous last words, and either create a new story/poem or continue writing the story...

Does nobody understand? —James Joyce (1941)

Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough. —Karl Marx (1883)

I am about to, or I am going to, die. Either expression is used. —Dominique Bouhours, grammarian (1702)

I’ve had eighteen straight whiskies, I think that’s the record … After 39 years, this is all I’ve done. —Dylan Thomas (1953)

If this is dying, I don’t think much of it. —Lytton Strachey (1932)

It has all been very interesting. —Mary Wortley Montagu (1762)

It would really be more than the English could stand if another century began and I were still alive. I am dying as I have lived – beyond my means. —Oscar Wilde (1900)

Make the world better. —Lucy Stone, suffragist (1893)

Now I’ll have eine kleine pause. —Kathleen Ferrier (1953)

On the whole, I’d rather be in Philadelphia. —W. C. Fields (1946)

From "Famous Last Words" by Green, J. (1979)

More: Writing Prompts ⚜ The First Lines ⚜ The Last Lines (pt. 1) (pt. 2)

[msmarymillspaulos]

Winter Landscape

Dora Carrington (1893-1932)

British Artist

Bloomsbury

[philcollinsenjoyer]

Jesus and Judas in Jesus Christ Superstar (1973)

[smelsea]

From the Dialectical Behavior Therapy Skills Handbook [pdf]

[bambamramfan]

unironically so important

[girlmostlikely]

You literally have to just get over yourself every day

[dogpuppy]

[sunflowerbutch]

nothing will remind you that eating is good and okay like fantasy books will. “and that night in the valley they brought out the best plum cake and sweet cream, trout and turnips roasted over the fire, mead and goatsmilk and fresh cold water from the spring-“ and it’s like yeah dude you’re absolutely right. then sometimes it’s like “as he slept that night in the woods, he sorely missed the valley, where they brought out the best plum cake-“ and it’s like man that sucks i’ll have some seconds in his honor

[birdylion]

True for fantasy books, but also: long distance hiking can be like this for real.

On one of mine, there was an unexpected bout of bad weather. I spent two nights with temperatures around 5 °C with less than optimal equipment, ate the same boring rations for three days, and by the end my stash of emergency chocolate was empty. It had been raining all day, and while my trusty rain poncho kept my core dry, my feet and calves were wet from squalls of rain. I hadn't had a real break for hours because there was no place to sit down that wouldn't instantly mean getting wet and cold.

(Caveat that I could have stopped anytime, it's not like I was in uninhabited lands, I could have hopped on a bus and left at several points. I'd adjusted my plans to accommodate for the weather by booking rooms instead of bivouacking like I had the previous two nights. I was never truly in danger and I'm exaggerating here to get the feeling across. That said, go on:)

I was miserable and asking myself why I even did this to myself, in my free time, as a recreational activity. Around midday, I arrived in a small village where I hoped to spend some time in a warm and dry place. There was no bakery/café in the village, the sole restaurant was closed. Even the church doors were closed. My only choice was staying at the somewhat sheltered bus stop, or keep moving. I chose to keep moving and went on, resigned to the wet and cold.

After half an hour, I came to a horse farm. They had a chalkboard sign with waterproof writing out that invited you to what they called a traveller's room. I went in.

It was a cozy little room with a few wooden tables, decorated with flowery textile curtains and tablecloth, and vases of fresh flowers. It was warm. It was dry. They had vending machines selling hot and cold beverages. In the room was a locked cupboard with glass doors, behind which were an array of cakes and savoury baked goods. In reality, maybe two or three. In my memory, the choice of cake was endless and they all looked delicious. You had to ring a bell and someone from the farm came over. I bought a piece of onion quiche which they even heated up in the microwave.

I tell you, it was heaven. The hot chocolate from the vending machine and the home made onion quiche, in that cozy room, warm and dry, were one of the best meals I ever had. I often think back to it.