it really is so crazy how racist eleanor and park is though lol. i think i was like twelve or thirteen when i read it so it kind of went over my head but howwww was it not immediately lambasted.
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it really is so crazy how racist eleanor and park is though lol. i think i was like twelve or thirteen when i read it so it kind of went over my head but howwww was it not immediately lambasted.
every time i read this i just start grinning uncontrollably all over again
There's cultural relativism and then there's naive anglocentric cultural dipshitism where you go "well, they have a word for a thing you put on your foot to protect it from the environment, but that word doesn't NECESSARILY translate to shoe because they make them differently from how we make shoes, so really they don't have a concept of a shoe the way we understand shoes, and also they have a more spiritual understanding of covering your feet when going outside, so really it's completely different" and then you ask someone from the culture in question, and they're like "yeah that word just means shoe."
feels good as fuck to say “we have a somewhat contentious relationship” and mean “sometimes i hate them so much it makes me legitimately nauseous”
“Whenever I start thinking of my love for a person, I am in the habit of immediately drawing radii from my love—from my heart, from the tender nucleus of a personal matter—to monstrously remote points of the universe. Something impels me to measure the consciousness of my love against such unimaginable and incalculable things as the behavior of nebulae (whose very remoteness seems a form of insanity), the dreadful pitfalls of eternity, the unknowledgeable beyond the unknown, the helplessness, the cold, the sickening involutions and interpenetrations of space and time. It is a pernicious habit, but I can do nothing about it. It can be compared to the uncontrollable flick of an insomniac’s tongue checking a jagged tooth in the night of his mouth and bruising itself in doing so but still persevering. I have known people who, upon accidentally touching something—a doorpost, a wall—had to go through a certain very rapid and systematic sequence of manual contacts with various surfaces in the room before returning to a balanced existence. It cannot be helped; I must know where I stand, where you and my son stand. When that slow-motion, silent explosion of love takes place in me, unfolding its melting fringes and overwhelming me with the sense of something much vaster, much more enduring and powerful than the accumulation of matter or energy in any imaginable cosmos, then my mind cannot but pinch itself to see if it is really awake. I have to make a rapid inventory of the universe, just as a man in a dream tries to condone the absurdity of his position by making sure he is dreaming. I have to have all space and all time participate in my emotion, in my mortal love, so that the edge of its mortality is taken off, thus helping me to fight the utter degradation, ridicule, and horror of having developed an infinity of sensation and thought within a finite existence.”
— Speak, Memory, Vladimir Nabokov
we watched a black-led play a few weeks ago where at one point one of the characters says to her (male) friend, “why do you always have to be this understanding black feminist all the time” and now my mom and brother have now essentially obtained their own version of “that one friend that’s too woke” to leverage at me
i know that despite how despicable i find it that it’s actually very normal to talk about high school all the time when you’re with your high school friends, especially because in our case there are a lot of old wounds between us that aren’t fully healed, but the problem is that every time we go down a rabbit hole even as we’re laughing and making light of periods that were incredibly painful for all of us i feel all of those wounds opening up again. and when the conversation’s over and i’m by myself again i’m just always left so miserable. and then the hostility i try to express towards high school talk is usually met with a measure of contempt because all of my friends have their own uni friends with whom the topic never comes up so they never feel overwhelmed by the volume of reminiscing and think i’m kind of weak for being that way.
And what's even funny to me is that the whole choosing to focus on Ethiopian Jews over Palestinians is cuz of the nonsense "pAleSTinIaNs ArE aNtIBlAcK" fueled by the excerpt in Frank Wilderson's Afropessimism where he uses a discussion from his Palestinian friend who said he felt more humiliation when an Ethiopian Jew searched than their white counterparts and this dumbass used that to come to the conclusion that Palestinians are anti black because...... they felt a sense of betrayal that an oppressed group was in cohorts with their oppressor. You'd think he would have come to that conclusion but this dumb bitch chose to identify with the Israeli soldier harrassing indigenous people on their land because of some tribalist in group mindset.
i was walking to the bff’s house and a man driving by yelled something at me but i didn’t hear it because i was listening to underscores. hashtag schrödinger’s catcall.
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this photo is like the most efficient possible depiction of what i’m like as a person which is so embarrassing
Hard focus: Nusumi-giki, Survey Map of a Paradise Lost, Shitsurakuen sokuryô chizu, ハードフォーカス 盗聴<ぬすみぎき> by Hisayasu Satô.
everybody wants to be seen as strong but secretly weak
i dont know why people are so bad at parsing out beauty standard related to breast size specifically (i do know) it's not that complex and certainly not hidden at all, larger breasts connote an undisciplined body in a specifically racialised way, so they're always objects of both sexual interest and social stigma. the two don't contradict and the kind of violent sexualisation directed at larger breasts is of an entirely different category than when someone is made to feel shitty for having smaller breasts, the same way 'skinny shaming' is not a comparable phenomenon to anti fat discrimination even though the former is still like. rude. body fat in general = unrefined, uncivilised, again racialised terms because this is a discourse of racialisation & with breasts theres a specific configuration from delicate maiden femininity when small to sexualised object when large. women who work as haute couture models with 15 bmi and women who act in porn wearing a 28ff are all women subject to body judgment misogyny but you're insane if you think theres not a clear answer as to which has the more enviable social position lol