the robot falls in love

feminist-masochist. dazzling.

[typicrobots]

Last year I abstained this year I devour without guilt which is also an art

Margaret Atwood Selected Poems, 1965-1975 (via typicrobots)

[helltotheknope]

Amy and Seth’s take on Daniel Day-Lewis retiring is improv comedy gold. I’m legit in tears 😂😂😂

[gordonramsaypoetry]

A Gordon Ramsay Poem

Who put that on there? was it a fucking ghost? Listen to my eyes: Where’s the fucking tuna?

[liveitout]

For all of the lethal barbs, snappy comebacks, and compliments dripping with poison condescension that first defined Big Little Lies, the show’s most powerful moments came when no one was speaking at all.

The seventh and final episode of HBO’s miniseries let snap all the tension that had coiled into knots over the weeks, somehow both suddenly and in excruciating slow motion. And no scene illustrated that simultaneous horror and release like the climactic one of the finale — and really, the entire series — when all the women stared at each other in silent urgency and immediately understood everything without saying a single word.

If my calculations are correct, there are approximately 10,000 things happening all at once in this scene. But the most obvious revelation is one that the entire series had been building to: Celeste and Jane share an abuser in Perry, Celeste’s violent husband who had, as it turns out, also raped Jane years earlier.

Jane’s eyes stretch wide with shock. Madeline, jaw setting with determined anger, urges Celeste to look at their friend and understand — which she immediately does. Just offscreen, their erstwhile rivals Renata and Bonnie connect the dots, their faces ashen and taut with alarm.

In seconds, and with the threatening man in question standing mere feet away, these women trust each other completely. It’s an unflinching instant of wordless recognition, an understanding so deep that speaking its underlying fear aloud is unnecessary.

It’s a feeling of awful, vital solidarity — one that I, and countless other women, know all too well.

Big Little Lies’ most riveting moments are the silent ones between women

[typicrobots]

[poetsandwriters]

A rumor has spread now that darkness and light are finally severed; that tired feet have found the steps to their sanctuary; customs have changed— the afflicted are reprieved of their pain; that we are free to revel in our union; the torments of migration over and forever forbidden If this is true then why is the heart still fervid, gall hot, eye votive—still after the miracle? Where did the morning breeze come from? Where has it gone? The unknowing streetlamp still burns The night is as heavy as before Our hearts and eyes are still in fetters        Let’s keep going, friends        We haven’t yet arrived

Faiz Ahmed Faiz, from “Dawn of Freedom (1947)” translated from the Urdu by Umair Kazi (Pleiades, 2017)

[typicrobots]

"Is that how we lived, then? But we lived as usual. Everyone does most of the time. Whatever is going on is as usual. Even this is as usual, now. We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it. Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it."

—Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

Note to self: Do not live as usual. Do not ignore.

[typicrobots]

To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. In the grip of it pleasure or pain doesn’t matter. You think what will they do what new power will they acquire if they see me naked like this. If they see you feeling. You have no idea what. It’s not about them. To be seen is the penalty.

―Anne Carson, Red Doc>

[typicrobots]

Last year I abstained this year I devour without guilt which is also an art

Margaret Atwood Selected Poems, 1965-1975 (via typicrobots)

[mancandykings]

I wish I was strong enough for it [lack of representation] not to matter. It does, I have to admit. It still affects me, and not just as an actor. Movies may be as close to a document of our national culture as there is; they’re supposed to represent what we believe ourselves to be. So when you don’t see yourself at all — or see yourself erased — that hurts.

[rmartells-deactivated20221117]

‘’My birthday is the day after Christmas, so it’s always the same. My whole family just descends on my birthday and I get no attention. And I like attention. So, I always end up getting really grumpy and selfish on my birthday.’’ 

Happy 30th Birthday, Kit!

[lavenderbyun]

Korean Dramas ft Disney

[crowley-anthony]

if all of the strength and all of the courage come and lift me from this place

[typicrobots]

[hamsterfactor]

John Cho as William Shakespeare in Drunk History

[lapdanseuse]

But if you happen to be a man, sometime in the future, and you’ve made it this far, please remember: you will never be subject to the temptation or feeling that you must forgive a man, as a woman. It’s difficult to resist, believe me. But remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest. Maybe none of this is about control. Maybe it isn’t really about who can own whom, who can do what to whom and get away with it, even as far as death. Maybe it isn’t about who can sit and who has to kneel or stand or lie down, legs spread open. Maybe it’s about who can do what to whom and be forgiven for it. Never tell me it amounts to the same thing.

The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood (via lapdanseuse)

[cerseis-lannister]

Oh, enough?!