This Whomps

books, history, film, and whatever the heck I like @faheyfierce

[disneystheweekenders]

“Tasha didn’t notice me anyway, so I’ve moved from my ‘Get her attention with my clothes’ plan to my ‘Stare at the ceiling’ plan.”

[whitepeopletwitter]

[makiema]

you’re wrong.

[tedchaough]

“Why are you in here?” “I’ve been accused of being part of a certain Italian-American subculture.”

[netals]

Seems like we always spend the best part of our time just saying goodbye. A PLACE IN THE SUN (1951) dir. George Stevens

[neckkiss]

Twin Peaks (1990-1991)

[netals]

“You didn’t do it, Jane. I did it myself.” What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? 1962, dir. Robert Aldrich

[ryebreadgf]

i would rather die than market myself on linkedin. it's the modern day version of a peasant doing a little dance to convince the king to let him live

[thiswhomps]

trying to come to terms with everything all at once is impossible when each thing i'm trying to process is absolutely horrible. She’s gone. that’s one thing. how and why she went, that’s another. will the same thing happen to me? how long do i have before the next person i love leaves me? how long before im completely alone? 

all i know for certain is that life is only going to get harder here on out. 

[ladiesofcinema]

EUPHORIA (2019— ) S01E08, And Salt the Earth Behind You

[lesbiancolumbo]

[armandeos]

"White Woman's Instagram" INSIDE (dir. bo burnham)

[bellsandforks]

“It’s the nation that does not permit you to live.”

Death by Hanging (1968), dir. Nagisa Ōshima

[filmantidote]

The context of the film is vital as it is relevant more than ever. The film is about an ethnic Korean in Japan who is set to be executed by hanging. Koreans have historically lived as marginalized members in Japan and have been heavily discriminated against despite many of them having all the makings of citizenship by being born and brought up in Japan. Oshima examines how the state legitimizes violence and racism as it permeates in the Japanese conscious of who is deemed worthy of life and who is not. An underlying theme is that guilty or innocent by state-set terms of criminality, marginalized people are guilty at birth.

[aphotic-eniola]

hoarders and ancestor veneration

i’m watching an episode of hoarders. you can actually learn a lot about human nature and psychology watching shows like this. what i’ve noticed is that many of the people on this show begin hoarding following the death of a close loved one in their lives. a parent, a child, a spouse in their life dies and it breaks them completely. 

i think this is why most indigenous peoples venerated their dead, had gods that dealt with death, and had very complex ideas regarding afterlives, reincarnation, and the concept of a soul. almost all of them had(/have) very detailed protocol for how to mourn, how long, what colors and wardrobe to wear, cutting or shaving one’s head, and so on. Malidoma Patrice Some said that in his community, almost everyone was expected to wail during a funeral. they believed that the living have to cry enough tears to send their dead loved one to the next life. if too few tears are shed, then the person’s spirit either stays in this life or in a limbo state, creating mischief and disarray for the living. some African peoples today even hire people for funerals for the sole purpose of wailing and crying loudly. whatever the belief behind it is, i think this helps with the grieving process. but ultimately, i think ancestor veneration…the idea that the soul is never gone, that they come back - we come back - and can connect again and again; that we can still connect with our loved ones outside of conventional ideas of time and space and existence….provides the best foundation for proper grieving. 

[leohearts]

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

(via leohearts)

[looking-through-bright-blue-eyes]

[i-m-a-goner-takeitslow]

Grief, I’ve learned, is really love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot give. The more you loved someone, the more you grieve. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes and in that part of your chest that gets empty and hollow feeling. The happiness of love turns to sadness when unspent. Grief is just love with no place to go.

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