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birdmans

#succession

heavensghost

You don’t have to belong everywhere (textile home)

hjarta-deactivated20260124

in my room on a saturday evening talking to myself like this

vintage-ukraine

Morning. Moryntsi by Oleksiy Fishchenko, 1961

Contemplative Evening. Moryntsi by Oleksiy Fishchenko, 1961

#art #oleksiy fishchenko

hopeless-eccentric

my favorite detail in true detective s1 is that neither of them wear seatbelts. i assume this is because rust has a death wish and marty feels emasculated by safety regulations

#true detective

armandeos

Listen as though I'm the voice of god or an angel talking to you, telling you: this room doesn't matter, this night doesn't matter. You're not inconsequential, or a junkie, you're a bright young reporter with a point of view. There are stories that need to be told. If things ever get bad again, these are the words you'll hear in your mind like a tape playing over and over, like a song stuck in your brain. These words will hold you up, and carry you. They are your lifeline.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE S2E5 "Don't Be Afraid, Just Start the Tape."

#remember what this show used to be #iwtv

txttletale

efforts towards a "positive vision of masculinity" or whatever are so funny because what these guys are trying to figure out is literally "what's a way of being a good person that's Not For Girls™"

bippus

when i was born they rushed all the nurses into the room. called the whole hospital. Here’s the baby that doesn’t cry they said

sagehole

we love to applaud performative masculinity

bippus

I was a stoic

sygol

i have a handful of gripes about modern culture, industrial society, and where art and humanity fits into these structures

but i wont tell them to you

instead i want you to imagine a gnarled plum tree

and on this crooked tree, only one single, almost absurdly large plum grows

the plum is a deep indigo hue, its glossy skin carries the light of the sun, in a gentle arcing stroke down its ripe body

this fruit bearing limb bows, straining against the weight, just barely holding the plum from rot

do you want to eat it?

as-warm-as-choco

July 20, 2024, the first diary entry in Parable of the Sower.

abwwia

Octavia Estelle Butler (June 22, 1947 – February 24, 2006) was an American science fiction author and a multiple recipient of the Hugo and Nebula awards. In 1995, Butler became the first science-fiction writer to receive a MacArthur Fellowship. via W https://palianshow.wordpress.com/2024/06/22/octavia-e-butler/

#octavia butler #one of the best to ever do it

jager-bruder

sioltach

Anyone notice how it's all a woven tapestry

vinndas

#pentiment

themonstrousother

Disappearing is an extreme, two-pronged response by women to the sense of loss they experience because of male violence. The plunder and expropriation of oneself is a vacuum that generates another vacuum. Erasing oneself becomes “an aesthetic project” (slc 455), undertaken by Lila as it is by the protagonists of Ferrante’s other novels. On the one hand, these feminine figures seem to have definitively succumbed to male violence, yet by making an abrupt exit they challenge the traditional structures of that violence, particularly the family structure. As Ferrante points out, “The disappearance of women should be interpreted not only as giving up the fight against the violence of the world but also as clear rejection. [ . . . ] ‘Io non ci sto’ [is literally a form that] means: I’m not here, in this place, before what you’re suggesting” (fr 327). This form of “removing oneself from the picture,” of “refusing to engage” (fr 339) in the sometimes explicit, sometimes underhanded game of violence can be deemed an “aesthetic project” because it allows women to reshape their lives and the lives of others.”

Elena Ferrante's Key Words, Tiziana de Rogatis

#elena ferrante