[whatlawthereis]

A perfect day to turn in upon oneself: these cold rays which the sun projects like a pitiless judgement on all creatures enter into me through my eyes; I am illuminated within by an impoverishing light. A quarter of an hour would be enough, I feel sure, for me to attain a feeling of supreme self-contempt. No, thank you very much, I can do without that. ... I remain seated, my arms dangling, or else I write a few words, rather dispiritedly; I yawn, I wait for nightfall. When it is dark, the objects and I will come out of limbo.

-Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

[coffin-sick]

even on tumblr i’m the quiet kid that sits in the corner and doesn’t really know anyone

[miseducatedmelanicmuse]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Do you remember a night when I came along the dark passage to your room in a thunderstorm and we lay talking about whether we were afraid of death or not? That is the sort of occasion on which the things I want to say to you,–and to you only,–get said.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West written c. June 1933

[heartlessqueen]

do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time

[wiremothers-deactivated20230129]

Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

[sykesarchive1]

natalie wee, our bodies & other fine machines

[sweatermuppet]

sam sax, hydrophobia

[shakespearegif]

Practical Shakespeare Quotes

Do you want to quote more Shakespeare in your life but never find opportunities to say “brevity is the soul of wit”? Do you rarely hang below balconies exchanging love vows with the daughter of your enemy? This is just the list for you. “What an ass am I!” —Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2 “I am not a slut,” —As You Like It, Act 3, Scene 3 (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) “Hell is empty and all the devils are here,” —The Tempest, Act 1, Scene 2 “Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways,” —Henry IV Part 2, Act 4, Scene 5 “This is the excellent foppery of the world,”

–King Lear, Act 1, Scene 2

“Making the beast with two backs,” —Othello, Act 1, Scene 1 “The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool,” —As You Like It, Act 5, Scene 1 “To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee,” —Henry VI Part 3, Act 3, Scene 2 (Works great for courting hot widows.) “I would rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me,” —Much Ado About Nothing, Act 1, Scene 1 “I wasted time, and now doth time waste me,” —Richard II, Act 5, Scene 5 “Marry, sir, in her buttocks.” —A Comedy of Errors, Act 2, Scene 5 (No judgement here.) “My horse is my mistress,” —Henry V, Act 3, Scene 7 (Uh, there might be something wrong with that.) “Thou dost infect my eyes,” —Richard III, Act 1, Scene 2 “Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit,” —Twelfth Night, Act 1, Scene 5 (“Wit” is Shakespearean slang for penis.) “[Wine] provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance,” —Macbeth, Act 2, Scene 3 “I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill, far, than feed on cates and have him talk to me in any summer-house in Christendom,” —Henry IV Part 2, Act 4 Scene 1 “Now, gods, stand up for bastards!” —King Lear, Act 1, Scene 2 “Villain, I have done thy mother!” —Titus Andronicus, Act 4, Scene 2 (This means exactly what you think it does.) “And thou unfit for any place but hell,” —Richard III, Act 1, Scene 2 “The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers,” —Henry VI Part 2, Act 4, Scene 2

“Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.” —Othello, Act 4, Scene 2

“Out, dunghill!” —King John, Act 4, Scene 3 “This is too long.” —Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2

[mistressaccost]

electa by sophocles, translated by anne carson / dead poets society dir. peter wier / wuthering heights by emily brontë / king lear by shakespeare / a game of thrones by george rr martin / fleabag dir. phoebe waller bridge / the truth the dead know by anne sexton

[scarlct-vvitch]

i honestly dont get why people stopped reblogging things they like on here bc like what are you afraid of??? people thinking youre cringey?? guess what bitch! youre on tumblr! it's all cringey! reblog everything you like and do it shamelessly no one fuckin cares

[fat-mabari]

reclaim cringe culture just fucking own it

[wildersage]

the impulse to hide what I'm doing at my computer still sits so deep even tho I'm literally never looking at anything objectionable , the door will open and I'll hurry to close the page like oh fuck no one can know I'm looking at the Wikipedia page for the Balkans

[overcoding]

“I wished that that woman would write and proclaim this unique empire so that other women, other unacknowledged sovereigns, might exclaim: I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs. Time and again I, too, have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst – burst with forms much more beautiful than those which are put up in frames and sold for a stinking fortune. And I, too, said nothing, showed nothing; I didn’t open my mouth, I didn’t repaint my half of the world. I was ashamed. I was afraid, and I swallowed my shame and my fear. I said to myself: You are mad! What’s the meaning of these waves, these floods, these outbursts? Where is the ebullient, infinite woman who, immersed as she was in her naiveté, kept in the dark about herself, led into self-disdain by the great arm of parental-conjugal phallocentrism, hasn’t been ashamed of her strength? Who, surprised and horrified by the fantastic tumult of her drives (for she was made to believe that a well-adjusted normal woman has a… divine composure), hasn’t accused herself of being a monster? Who, feeling a funny desire stirring inside her (to sing, to write, to dare to speak, in short, to bring out something new), hasn’t thought she was sick? Well, her shameful sickness is that she resists death, that she makes trouble.”

— Hélène Cixous, “The Laugh of the Medusa”

[ligeia-of-the-rhine]

Beauties slept in their woods, waiting for princes to come and wake them up. In their beds, in their glass coffins, in their childhood forests like dead women. Beautiful, but passive; hence desirable: all mystery emanates from them. It is men who like to play dolls. As we have known since Pygmalion. Their old dream: to be god the mother. The best mother, the second mother, the one who gives the second birth. She sleeps, she is intact, eternal, absolutely powerless. He has no doubt that she has been waiting for him forever. The secret of her beauty, kept for him: she has the perfection of something finished. Or not begun. However, she is breathing. Just enough life - and not too much. Then he will kiss her. So that when she opens her eyes she will see only him; him in place of everything, all-him. This dream is so satisfying! Whose is it? What desire gets something out of it?

– from Hélène Cixous’ and Catherine Clément’s The Newly Born Woman; Sorties.

[kafk-a]

Hélène Cixous, ‘Sorties,’ from The Newly Born Woman

[whatlawthereis]

hellooo since i cannot come out to anyone ik irl im jus going to go ahead and tell Tumblr that my pronouns are SHE/THEY im so happy to be finally able to say (type) it.. it's been a struggle had a lot of unlearning and relearning to do. ive cried so much because i was terrified and confused and didn't know who i was/what i was doinf. that's not to say i have everything figured out now, this is just a small step towards accepting myself for who i am and possibly hopefully also loving myself which is realy big for meeee . AAA im happier rn than ive ever been. this is all so new and scary but i love it. ok thank u

(ik no one interacts w me im a small acct BUT STILL THIS IS SO BIG FOR ME TO BE FIBALLY ABLE TO SAY MY PRONOUNS AFD SHE/THEY I WANT TO SCREAMMNNMN)

ok bye back to tgis assignment on marquez🥰

[alwaysdowntohidewithyou]

“We’re dealing with all the same things [Renaissance artists] did: love and death, time and pain, heaven and hell.”

-Florence Welch

(from Florence + the Machine’s “Delilah”)

[satyriconmp3]

fake relationship is such a good trope. they have to act in love and they are in love but they think the other isn't in love. oscar. pulitzer. nobel prize

[elierlick]

This is it

[jenroses]

See also autism See also Ehlers Danlos syndrome & Fibromyalgia It’s amazing how much more visible things become when you accept that they exist.

[cunked]