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beholdingslut

this from the guy who wrote the sting pain index, a scale he constructed after letting himself be stung by insects

beholdingslut

“why did i start this list” pleaseeeeeee this is so funny

caracalliope

his descriptions were extremely on-point, and frankly inspiring when writing a hurt/comfort scene

Instagram poets could never!

lobautumny

For those who want it, here is the entire list:

Anyways, dude's 1,000% a huge masochist. Nobody just describes pain like this unless they're enjoying it.

onehundredandtwentyfour

camelidae

Apparently Tuesday was Be Nice to Bugs Day, so here are some belated little bees~

nemfrog

The bugs' circle dance. Entomology in sport. 1859. Frontispiece.

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carnetimaginaire

Anna Pugh, Moon run

crypt1dglyph5

Reminder to tie down your werewolves next full moon

academicssay

academic self-regulation explained

dailyclassicart

Miho Ichise - "The Last Sunbathing of the Day" (2021)

falseknees

bedupolker

Scanned the wood panel pieces. Acadia & Zion national parks.

softwaring

by tucker

#reminders

chevaliermesfait

Freud came to reject his seduction theory – the belief that neurotic symptoms had at their heart a repressed memory of early sexual trauma – in favor of the internal, Oedipal model, whereby the child’s own incestuous sexual impulses were the source of repression. Laplanche proposes a return. It is not that he believes that every adult was sexually abused as a child; he instead uses the seduction theory to describe something more subtle. The way in which the child is imprinted, from the beginning of their life, by the enigmatic touch and language of an adult, which are both impingements (at the very least) and vital to life. Care, prohibition, tenderness, irritation: all arrive as messages the child cannot yet parse but wants to understand. A life is spent constructing workable ‘translations’ of what these messages must have meant. Analysis cannot recover an original meaning, but it may loosen the translations that hardened into necessity. Laplanche calls this ‘detranslation’. Not re-reading, but de-reading. Not necessarily because these translations are wrong, but because they do not serve the analysand. They are too rigid or punitive, restricting pleasure or freedom. In her 1999 therapy memoir, A Dialogue on Love, Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick describes her therapist’s best comments as amounting to one message: ‘It ain’t necessarily so.’ For Laplanche, a ‘good’ re-reading is one that allows the analysand to be more open to life and its vicissitudes, rather than better adapted to social forms. It is strictly provisional, part of an ongoing practice of making and unmaking.

Claudia Grigg Edo, Therapy as Re-Reading