time is frozen

Lia. Indonesia My life consists of fangirling and having an emotional breakdown over fiction.

[danyllura]

Snow always comes across as cold and unbothered when he’s dealing with Katniss and the rebellion- but knowing how actually delusional and unhinged that man’s inner monologue is and with all the Katniss/Lucy Gray parallels I know when he was alone that man was probably ripping his hair out and screaming trying to figure out how the two are connected and assuming all of Katniss’ actions had ulterior motives that were directed at him. Just raving in his room alone like:

[simoneashley]

You'll see my face in every place But you can't catch me now

[thepunkpanther]

But one is a stranger, a woman she notices while she sits on a bench, gathering herself. It’s a type of woman she has never seen before, because there are no old women in Barbieland. When Barbie looks at her, she finds her beautiful and tells her so. The woman already knows. Suddenly Barbie, the fraught aspirational figure, has beheld someone she might aspire to be, and it is a radiantly content nonagenarian, reading a newspaper on a Los Angeles bench, who knows what she’s worth.

“The idea of a loving God who’s a mother, a grandmother — who looks at you and says, ‘Honey, you’re doing OK’ — is something I feel like I need and I wanted to give to other people,” Gerwig says. When it was suggested that this scene, which Gerwig calls a “transaction of grace,” might be cut for time, she remembers thinking: “If I cut that scene, I don’t know why I’m making this movie. If I don’t have that scene, I don’t know what it is or what I’ve done.”

[nessa007]

RYAN GOSLING "I wouldn't dare Ken-splain the Barbie movie."

[ryan-sometimes]

Saw this tweet and had to collect Ryan Gosling’s best PR quotes for Barbie

[ryan-sometimes]

Hey uh brand new addition

[madwoman14]

i love you. on purpose.

[soracities]

Devin Kelly, from Ordinary Plots: "J. Estanislao Lopez's 'What the Fingers Do'" [transcript in ALT]

[hiyutekivigil]

a few websites i recommend:

you won't walk alone is a platform that is created with the purpose of being in solidarity with the women who have been undergoing the pressure of wearing a headscarf in any part of their lives by means of acknowledging and sharing their stories of struggle.

aeon is a digital magazine with wonderful quality essays on a variety of subjects all for free. i have also subscribed to their newsletter.

on being is a radio show and podcast created by Krista Tippett where they discuss poetry, ideas and wisdom from different parts of the world.

brain pickings is a web archive made by Maria Popova - "it is a record of my own becoming as a person — intellectually, creatively, spiritually, poetically — drawn from my extended marginalia on the search for meaning across literature, science, art, philosophy, and the various other tentacles of human thought and feeling."

we present has articles about different art forms (architecture, illustration, film, street art, music, photography and more), but also about gaming, fashion, social topics and learning. the articles are interesting, qualitatively written and unique.

for getting better with writing in english: write and improve (gives you topics to write about and corrects your mistakes as well as tells you your level of english knowledge)

a few youtubers i highly recommend: Nathaniel Drew (his website, and i suggest subscribing to the newsletter!), Robin C. Waldun (who also has a website). some more :)) : clavero (a spanish filmmaker, been watching him since 2016, funnily enough i found him on misical.ly), cathy hay (for historical fashion, but she also has such wonderful wisdom aah she's so lovely), kraig adams (for some relaxing hiking videos but also for hiking ideas), exurb1a and exurb2a (unique look on the world and some lovely philosophy), let's talk religion (in depth, well-explained videos on various religions and specific aspects of those religions), pursuit of wonder (a heaven for people like me who live in constant existential crisis. but fr - i can't even count how many times those videos have changed my perspective), damon dominique (wonderful and unique content where you can learn but also be entertained. love the guy.), george thompson (for people who are interested in daoism), savannah brown (she is a writer, i have her poetry book sweetdark (highly recommend btw), but her video essays are masterpieces) aaand i think that's it for now :)

have fun on the internet! you're the bee's knees and i hope you have a wonderful day.

(also feel free to reblog with more resources you wish more people knew about)

[bob-belcher]

Happy International Women’s Day!

[pavitraprabhakars]

feeling normal about this hanif abdurraqib poem

[Image ID:

THE AUTHOR WRITES THE FIRST DRAFT OF HIS WEDDING VOWS

(An erasure of Virginia Woolf's suicide letter to her husband, Leonard)

Dearest,

I feel certain I am going mad again.

we will go through terrible times. And recover. I begin to hear your voice, and can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems

will give me the greatest possible happiness.

I don't think two people could have been happier with this disease. I know

that without you I can't properly feel.

What I want to say is You have

saved me.

Everything has gone from me

but the certainty of your goodness.

/end ID]

[firstfullmoon]

“[Y]ou asked if I would live forever if I could, well, the answer must be no. I wouldn’t because, as far as I can see, the meaning of life is nested within the set terms of our own mortality. ‘Forever’ is both incomprehensible and utterly meaningless. I don’t believe we live just for the sake of it; rather we live our lives within the poetry of our own demise, within our own time, and our own limitations, and for that very reason alone we do so meaningfully. We work, we love, we care for each other, and we suffer together, knowing that one day we will die. The children in the schoolyard run headlong toward adulthood and their own disappearance, and we adults are the living breathing reminders of that. The man who waves at me as he walks his dog up the lane will die, as will the people filing into the church at the ringing of the bell, and the shop assistant hurrying to work, and the parking inspector, and the street sweeper, all will die in time — oh, and the squirrel, he too will die, and the flowers, the swaying trees, and the earth itself. It is toward this temporal inconvenience — our finitude — that we move, with only a few precious moments to add value to this world. What can we do in this time that we are given, that is running through our fingers, even now? How can we lighten our mutual predicament that is drawing ever closer? [T]here lies the meaning in life — it is in the expansion of ourselves, in our benevolence, to fully occupy our allotted time.”

— Nick Cave, from The Red Hand Files (no. 182, January 2022)

[artandchocolate]

Mahmoud Darwish

[fairycosmos]

lonely people are like nooooo i love the silence i love being by myself and then you ask them how their day has been and they tear up a bit

[wntmour]

definitely not me

[storge]

My heart, pounding deafeningly in my chest My legs, now frozen in a way they never are My tears, silently trickling down my cheek They tell me… that this is my first love

First Love: Hatsukoi (2022)

[daysandmoons]

[A Mars orbiter mission that has your name. A pop star that's the same age as you. Dreams that never came true. Love stories that ended. People who drifted away from you. From our best memories to our most horrible experiences that make us want to curse at our destiny... These are all unique pieces of our lives.]

[peelsofpoetry]

I know, you never intended to be in this world. But you’re in it all the same. So why not get started immediately. I mean, belonging to it. There is so much to admire, to weep over. And to write music or poems about. Bless the feet that take you to and fro. Bless the eyes and the listening ears. Bless the tongue, the marvel of taste. Bless touching. You could live a hundred years, it’s happened. Or not. I am speaking from the fortunate platform of many years, none of which, I think, I ever wasted. Do you need a prod? Do you need a little darkness to get you going? Let me be as urgent as a knife, then, and remind you of Keats, so single of purpose and thinking, for a while, he had a lifetime.

Mary Oliver, from The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac (via soracities)

[luthienne]

Mary Ruefle, from My Private Property

[Text ID: Blue sadness is sweetness cut into strips with scissors and then into little pieces by a knife, it is the sadness of reverie and nostalgia: it may be, for example, the memory of a happiness that is now only a memory, it has receded into a niche that can not be dusted for it is beyond your reach; distinct and dusty, blue sadness lies in your inability to dust it, it is as unreachable as the sky, it is a fact reflecting the sadness of all facts. Blue sadness is that which you wish to forget, but cannot, as when on a bus one suddenly pictures with absolute clarity a ball of dust in a closet, such an odd, unshareable thought that one blushes, a deep rose spreading over the blue fact of sadness, creating a situation that can only be compared to a temple, which exists, but to visit it one would have to travel two thousand miles on snowshoes and by dogsled, five hundred by horseback and another five hundred by boat, with a thousand by rail.]