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This is not an exaggeration. Your download speed would slow down to the point where Windows would make this kind of absurd estimate, and you’d sigh and leave the room for a while (because you couldn’t use the computer while it was doing this for fear it would crash and lose all your progress) and then you’d come back in 40 minutes and maybe it would now say 52 years or maybe it would say 3 minutes, who knew, not Windows.
Columns of the hypostyle hall in the highly sacred precinct of Amun-Re, Karnak Temple Complex.
a level in a game: *has glowing mushrooms*
me: such incredible world building….. impeccable level design…… the cinnamon tography……..
Terry Pratchett, Cult Classic (via currentboat)
“The cliché that when women are liberated men will be liberated too shamelessly slides over the raw reality of male domination — as if this were an arrangement in fact arranged by nobody, which suits nobody, which works to nobody’s advantage. In fact, the very opposite is true. The domination of men over women is to the advantage of men; the liberation of women will be at the expense of male privilege. Perhaps afterwards, in some happy sense, men will be liberated too — liberated from the tiresome obligation to be ‘masculine.’ But allowing oppressors to lay down their psychological burdens is quite another, secondary sense of liberation. The first priority is to liberate the oppressed. Never before in history have the claims of oppressed and oppressors turned out to be, on inspection, quite harmonious. It will not be true this time either.”
— From “The Third World of Women,” by Susan Sontag. Partisan Review, Vol. 40, No. 2 (1973).
being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.
you ever catch a glimpse of a cloud passing in front of a full moon and you’re suddenly a highwayman in an 18th century ghost story who just left a tavern on a chilly october night to ride horseback through the woods till you reach the next town over
Another one of opera~ I love opera, everything on the stage is so strong~
“Once the Romans believed that noon was the ghost hour, and I can believe it, too, under that startling sun,”
— Anne Sexton, from Live or Die; Little Girl, My String Bean, My Lovely Woman.
