#impossible tasks

[7pleiades7]

Psyche Abandoned (also known as Psyche in a Faint) (c.1819) by Pietro Tenerani (Italian, 1789 – 1869), inscription rear, left side: “P. Tenerani”, marble, 120 x 48 x 63 cm, Pitti Palace, Florence

[whump-queen]

“I’m sorry, I’ll do better.”

“I don’t want you better I want you fucking perfect.”

[hislittleraincloud]

OH NO someone fucking help me

I took an XTC pill and she's asking impossible things of me

are you serious right now, Larissa

and what's with the random technicolor scene with the other lady

what is going on

ETA: I actually started doing it but she stopped me at thallium

[elsewhereuniversity]

My task? Find the three butterflies in this forest of moths. Not too terrible, right? Except while we’ve got luna moths and rosy maple moths and atlas moths and cinnabar moths and comet moths, the one butterfly I’ve found so far is… a littlewood satyr. It’s brown with eyespots.

There’s probably some lesson I’m supposed to learn about beauty or expectations or something but really I think I’m going to throttle someone

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Gaston Rébuffat mountain climbing in France, 1944 Photography by George Tairraz

[Guillaume Gris]

* * * *

“I tried to establish order over the chaos of my imagination, but this essence, the same that presented itself to me still hazily when I was a child, has always struck me as the very heart of truth. It is our duty to set ourselves an end beyond our individual concerns, beyond our convenient, agreeable habits, higher than our own selves, and disdaining laughter, hunger, even death, to toil night and day to attain that end. No, not to attain it. The self-respecting soul, as soon as he reaches his goal, places it still further away. Not to attain it, but never to halt in the ascent. Only thus does life acquire nobility and oneness.”

― Nikos Kazantzakis, Report to Greco

[hexpatient]

therapy is trying to sell you that there’s some science or magic way to feel good and ok even when life is terrible. and there really isn’t. you may be able to find some small pockets of joy even in misery, or learn some skills for coping a little better, but there is no way to thrive in hell. but that’s what therapy promises, and then when you don’t get there, it’s somehow your magical evil fault. when i was in ACT, they wanted us to learn to “not just survive, but thrive in a crisis”. and that’s just an incredibly unreasonable expectation.

it reminds me of the biohacking thing, specifically the kind where if you just eat and exercise and take supplements on a rigid schedule, you will reach this incredible level of health that you’re almost not human anymore. it hinges on supernatural/spiritual transcendence,. and that’s what therapy is doing. you can’t therapy hack or mental health hack or emotion hack a life under oppression and capitalism and all the other horrors into one that is excellent out of controlling your thoughts and emotions with therapy skills and rituals. feeling bad in a shitty world is normal and you deserve to feel better, but in order to improve how you feel, we need to change the world into one that’s worth living in instead of using thought and emotion stopping techniques to silence the pain. 

[krakenartificer]

I think I've figured out how to make a cambric shirt without seams or needlework, but I'm hesitant to test the theory for fear that if it works, an immortal is going to show up at my door and demand that I complete the rest of it

[julieschulerart]

Jan Tregeagle is a demon of Cornwall, a ghostly figure that wails on the coasts and moors. In life, in the 17th century, he was a magistrate who amassed great wealth by making a pact with the devil. To keep his soul out of hell until Judgement Day he sought help from churchmen, who set impossible tasks for him such as draining Dozmary Pool with a limpet shell and spinning ropes out of sand at Gwenver Cove.