"why do you know that" i am curious about the world around me
friendly reminder that if you're in your 20s and don't have your cutie mark yet then you're broken, you're a failure. and you're not going to make it
You know when someone goes through your blog on a mass like-spree for a fandom? I love those like, 19 notifications in a row. it’s like “Ah, I see you’re well into a fixation. God bless.”
I like when your dash fills up with something incredibly specific from one poster and it’s like “oh you’re trawling a specific tag tonight”
breakdown of why moon’s haunted is the tweet of all time
- the implication that the nasa spaceship got back to earth, from the moon, without nasa knowing
- nasa employee is super chill about it
- theres just a gun lying around
- the astronaut is taking a gun and nothing else to fight ghosts
- moon’s haunted
highly recommend reading pliny the elder if only for the footnotes. theyre like video game loading screen tips
another random epiphany I had on my drive home from the store was that things that are the most obvious often feel the most profound. I was looking at the sunset through my window. I was like “this is beautiful and it changes all the time so every sunset is a little different and also beautiful.” Which led me to think “if you look at the earth from space, the clouds are never pink or blue or yellow or orange, they are just white and grey all the time. In space perhaps the sunsets are not very different or very beautiful.” Which led me to think “the sunsets are only beautiful because i am so small.” Which led me to think “so many things are only beautiful because i am so small, or if not only then they are at least much more beautiful than they might otherwise be, either because my vantage point of smallness allows me to see details that big things wouldn’t see, like when I see the flash of the sun at sunset with my little eyes on this big planet, or because my briefness finds vastness so incredible cuz it’s so much bigger than me, like when I sit under a very very old and very very tall tree.” And this was all somewhat obvious but it didn’t make the feeling of epiphany go away or diminish at all
NOPE (Jordan Peele) / Regarding the Pain of Others (Susan Sontag)
Anna you have to show us the PowerPoint you cannot leave us hanging
Sometimes I get sad and remember King’s pretty much immortal.
do y'all remember when this site was obsessed with uptown funk . idk why but it had tumblr in a chokehold
too hot
hot damn
the world was gonna roll me
He said "Son, when
-you play me a melody I'm not really sure how it goes
Don't leave me haaaangin' on like a yo-yo ✨️
girls hit your hallelujah
ana mendieta “people looking at blood, moffit, iowa” 1973
“In this piece, Mendieta spilled a large amount of what appeared to be chunky blood over a doorway and sidewalk on an Iowa City street. Then she removed herself from the scene and, from a distance, photographed the reactions of various passersby. […] It intimates to passersby that a grievous and dramatic injury has taken place, but it gives no explanation and, more important, no recourse to action. It may incite horror, concern, compassion, and revulsion—in short, pity and fear—but it doesn’t offer anywhere for these feelings to go. […] Each pedestrian’s only real choice is to walk on by, which looks from the outside—and likely felt, on the inside—like an uncaring abandonment, even if of an indeterminate or imaginary entity. […] And somewhere out of sight lurks Mendieta, a voyeur of each passerby’s involuntary voyeurism. […] People Looking at Blood says, Look at this pile of carnage, with no clear story, source, assailant, or victim. Just look at it. Now look at others looking at it. (And I will be looking at you looking.)”
— The Art of Cruelty, Maggie Nelson
bloodthirstypandasfromthesky
Ana Mendieta was murdered by her husband and fellow artist Carl Andre. This work became a self fulfilling prophecy and meditation on tragedy, the nature of violence, and peoples unwillingness to help.
And no I will not shut up about this.
By the way, her husband never went to prison for what he did.
But it’s NOT about unwillingness to help! It’s NOT about people not caring!! It’s so very explicitly the opposite!!!
I’ve BEEN in this situation. You walk past an old crime scene, or the place where an accident happened, and you see evidence of something terrible. If it’s old, maybe broken glass, or scuff marks.
But sometimes, you’re too late. Sometimes someone is on the ground, and EMTs are already helping, and the only helpful thing you can do you is move on, refuse to linger, refuse to form a crowd.
Sometimes there’s dried blood, or fresh blood, but when you look around you can’t find anyone hurt or needing help. Whatever happened, it has happened without you, and you can’t undo it or make it better. You could contact an authority, report what you’ve seen, but that’s just sharing information. It doesn’t FEEL like helping.
Humans are by nature incredibly compassionate creatures. What is more heartbreaking to an animal designed to bring comfort than a pain that cannot be comforted? A hurt that cannot be soothed?
You are confronted by this helplessness, and it looks you in the face and says, “It’s too late for you to fix this. You must move on, and hope that next time, you aren’t.” And then you do. You have to. There is no other choice.
Ana Mendieta’s piece is not condemning the observed- it’s mourning their directionless compassion, their grief, their uncertainty- their concern and hope offered to someone or something they will never know, never speak to, never be able to help.
It says that we love each other, that we care for one another, and that even if we are lost and no one ever finds us, we are cared for long after we are gone, and by people who never knew our names.
Our outrage at her death only proves this. Now that we know her life ended tragically, what will you do? What CAN you do? Nothing. You will observe the blood, experience something that cannot be captured on film, and move on.
“What CAN you do? Nothing. You will observe the blood, experience something that cannot be captured on film, and move on. “
JACK O'CONNELL as Patrick Sumner 2021 • The North Water • S1·EP3 • dir. Andrew Haigh
best part of teaching is that sometimes my students give me delightful little gifts like this
I have a rather. Polarizing personality IRL. Which means that if I’m not making a new acquaintance laugh, they are almost certainly very weirded out and annoyed by me, and will come to disdain me if I don’t figure out how to woo them. Which is why I buy a lot of coffees for people.
One of my new coworkers is extremely shy and professional and wouldn’t have a full conversation with anyone. I kept inviting her along on errands and then when she said she didn’t need to stop for coffee I would pretend that a supernatural force had taken control of my body and of the vehicle and was piloting it into the Starbucks drive thru.
“This is so scary,” I said. “I think I’m possessed by some kind of coffee demon. I think the only way to exorcise it is to… let me buy you a treat!”
She did not crack a smile until like the third time I did this, at which point she just gave up and became my friend and now talks to me for hours. Thank god. If it had backfired I would have died.
i am. so sorry if i have ever used the phrase “i have an au where—” and led you to believe that there is an actual fic out there for you to read rather than, at best, a post where i explain the concept, and at worst it is simply something that lives in my brain
if it helps i also wish there was a fic
my first word was dada. yes like the art movement i was a precocious child
"bears repeating" and "time flies" are two kinds of creatures that fill similar ecological niches
