When you’re looking for new friends, pick someone whose face wrinkles when they smile, means that they probably smile a lot.
High art was for those who saw death rather than lived death. For the dying creature a cup of water was more important
People tell you everything. From that you’re worthless to priceless. The worst and the best. You’re always reaching somebody here… and not reaching somebody there.
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”
Franz Liszt - Un Sospiro, pf. Van Cliburn
There she was, stable and as if forever; then—nothing. Vanished like fire or air, an element of the earth back into the earth. To mix with the everyone-else people that never ceased to be. Poured out among them. The evaporated girl, he thought. Of transformation. That comes and goes as she will. And no one, nothing, can hold on to her.
1: 2001: A Space Oddysey
2: Eyes Wide Shut
3: Blade Runner
4: A Scanner Darkly
5: For a Few Dollars More
Rewatched Eyes Wide Shut with my flatmates yesterday. I forgot how much that film unnerves me. So great though.
I can’t write essays and tumblr at the same time AAAggghghghhhhhhh