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kosmia

Marc Pouyet

thyrell

rotgospels

is my human suffering sexy enough for you, God? is it getting you off king

t-aash

Catholics at prayer

kenzodiazepine

frogmp3

love it when people walk into the bathroom loud as fuck bumping into shit etc making hella noise then bust into the stall next to me and start pissing hard as hell. no time to waste we making this one sloppy

luxlightly

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it a thousand more times: No piece of dystopian fiction has ever been a prediction of the future. They are observations and criticisms of the present.

luxlightly

“Wooow! How did Orwell predict the surveillance state so well in 1984??”

He didn’t. He was making an observation of the surveillance state that already existed in his present, and exaggerated it to make the metaphor obvious.

Learning and discussing these works in terms of them being predictions and having test questions like “do you think his prediction came true?” is not only pointless, but actively counterintuitive. When you frame these works as being ‘people from the past knew that the future would be terrible’ you shift the entire perspective to one of some kind of nostalgia for a past that didn’t exist.

These author’s aren’t oracles. They’re satirists. Their predictions ‘come true’ because they were already true when they wrote them.

totallyfubar

The reason the work you’ve done on how you feel doesn’t seem like it’s working is because you need to do it until it works. It’s never been “this strategy will pull you up” it’s always been “here’s something you can do that will END with you getting out of that hole” the climbing still hurts and the being underground still hurts but that doesn’t mean it’s not working

totallyfubar

*doing laundry* “this doesn’t feel better

*cooking meals* this doesn’t feel better

*exercising* this doesn’t feel better

*making art* this doesn’t feel better

*cleaning the apartment* this doesn’t feel better

*somewhere months or years down the line*

holy shit

totallyfubar

tl;dr

awed-frog

Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not the last blow that did it, but all that had gone before.

Jacob Riis