In 2020 I am going to stop thinking

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In 2020 I am going to stop thinking
'how kafkaesque' i say waiting in line at the taco bell. you think im talking about the alienating bureaucracy of waiting in a single file line for food premade in another state but actually im talking about the dead cockroach in the corner
if kindness lives in everyone
then all it takes is standing up
EX-MACHINA (2015) dir. Alex Garland
OMG MY NEW SHOES CAME :3 ignore my ugly house arrest ankle bracelet. haha
fuck everything else this is the real post of the decade
The Snowy Day illustrations by Ezra Jack Keats
Happy Hanukkah to my Jewish followers. May the next several days bring you light and blessings.
Surprisingly, perfectionists are often procrastinators, as they can tend to think “I don’t have the right skills or resources to do this perfectly now, so I won’t do it at all.”
ladies do we care? do we care anymore ladies,?? do we care? ladies do we? do we care anymore ladies???? ladies do we caree??? do we?????
If you need me
I’ll be locked in my room reading Letterboxd reviews of the Netflix original movie “The Knight Before Christmas”.
I mean... these are literally just the ones that show up at the top
They’re all like this
It’s just one giant roast
And endless shit posting
False! Oranges are an old world fruit that used to be imported from Italy. He would know exactly what an orange is but think it’s an expensive luxury good that indicates high social status.
Actually, that’s the kind of side-plot I want in a time-travel romance movie: the modern woman angsting about trying to help get him back to his own time and whether she should pursue this knowing he may soon be gone for good, while meanwhile the man from the past decided he was interested 10 minutes into the movie and has been conducting his own private investigation into what her social status so he can understand if/how he’s allowed to enter a relationship with her.
On mystical facetime to friend in his own time period via magic mirror:
him, standing in her closet while she’s out: Her clothing ... the fabric is of the poorest quality, yet the color and the patterns speak of dyework fine, and she hath more individual pieces than the Queen in all her riches!
friend: Perplexing.
him: She hath no servant-
friend: What, none? None at all!
him: Not one.
friend: Then, surely she must be of the lowest peasant class
him: So I did assume. And yet, not two days hence, I did espy her eat an orange, placidly as if this were no special treat.
friend: Still, no servants at all ...
him, brandishing the mirror: And yet behold!
friend: *gasp of disbelief and wonder*
him: Her store of spices. And all for her own private use, for as I’ve said, she keeps no household!
friend: ... this mystery is beyond my ken.
him: *wordless cry of frustration*
here’s a fun one: what song from Fine Line is currently stuck in your head?
one thing i do want to say though is i think as h*mosexual women but also just as women in general is that we need to recognize that “i’m not performing for men” is only one half of the picture. maybe you don’t want men’s approval but how much do you need women’s acceptance? how much are you smoking and drinking and doing coke and running and dieting and posting about forgetting to eat and performing other kinds of violence for the approval of other women? how much pressure do women put on you to negate the features of your body or your race or your sexuality or anything else…can you get away with stimming around other women? can you get away with not shaving? can you be around your female friends and feel fat without saying “i feel fat” so no one would mistake you for not punishing yourself for what is (erroneously) assumed to be a “transgression” of the body? can you look ugly and know that the female store clerk or the barista or the girl at the sink next to you or the girl on the bus with you or the girl with you on the elevator on the girl you have to squeeze past in the lecture hall to get out of the aisle will be kind and respectful to you and not act disgusted. can you be around your female family members without them commenting on your body? so much masochism and violence remain normalized among women because we say “well I’m not doing it for men, so it’s my choice” but how much are you doing out of a fear of women?
and thats how things like makeup and shaving get baked into “feminist” rhetoric because we forget the degree to which feminity is enforced by other women, not men. so even for people who have no stake at all in being appealing to men…there’s still the threat of being punished by women. and every post that’s critical of makeup or whatever that ends up with reblogs that say things like “learn to do eyeliner ugly” or whatever stupid shit just proves that. we’re out here doing the same things we’ve always done we’ve just replaced “attracting men” with “placating other women”
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Harry Styles for Guardian Weekend by Samuel Bradley