the girls are fightingggggg [readjusts my glasses, squinting] by god… it appears i was mistaken. they're…my goodness…by god
i love reading sad books bc when your own grief is stopped up inside you like a clogged drain you can grieve for a character on a page and understand that you're also grieving for yourself a little bit
‘There is a theory that watching unbearable stories about other people lost in grief and rage is good for you—may cleanse you of your darkness. Do you want to go down to the pits of yourself all alone? Not much. What if an actor could do it for you? Isn’t that why they are called actors? They act for you. You sacrifice them to action. And this sacrifice is a mode of deepest intimacy of you with your own life. Within it you watch [yourself] act out the present or possible organization of your nature. You can be aware of your own awareness of this nature as you never are at the moment of experience. The actor, by reiterating you, sacrifices a moment of his own life in order to give you a story of yours.’
-Anne Carson, ‘Grief Lessons: Four Plays By Euripides’
George: thats all he would say, was "keep administering the shocks, keep going."
jerry: so what did you do??
george: what do you think i did? i kept administering the shocks!
jerry : even though you could hear the person on the other end--
george: well what was i supposed to do!
jerry: --screaming and begging for mercy?
george: "keep going, keep shocking him," the guy was telling me! *puts his head in his hands* he was in charge of the experiment, he was paying me, what was i supposed to do? tell him to go suck a lemon?
jerry: so what you're telling me is, you were just following orders?
*kramer enters wearing a brand new pork pie hat with the price tag still on*
kramer: guess who just got paid to sit around in a room pretending to get electrocuted all day!
had a dream biden lost re-election, disappeared from politics, and then gave a critically panned performance as the bishop in a touring production of les mis
sorry @secretmellowblog your tags were too good not to immortalize
[Image ID: A photo of a white dog resting against, on, and under a giant teddy bear on a couch. Below is a table with "Date/Time: 06:05, 26 December 2005," "User: Teddybear nut," and "Comment: I'm the author. This is a picture of my samoyed with a teddy bear. I release all rights to it, it would just be nice if her image could survive forever."]
For anyone who needs it. Use in good health.
text conversation from my dream that i desperately wish was real
[ID: A quick drawing of a hand holding a phone, dislaying a text conversation between the recipient and a contact called Mom.
Mom: you think he's mean?
Recipient: thats not what cunty means
R: cunty is like when you put your whole pussy into it
M: he's vagina?
End ID.]
no your honor I absolutely can make my case like an adult. first things first, fuck the defendant and fuck his family too. secondly,
“so what are your hobbies” laptop. my hobby is laptop
ETHAN PECK as Spock
STAR TREK: DISCOVERY S2E11 | Perpetual Infinity
oversharing online is so important cus like what if someone needed to know that
You're on Tumblr a lot
This is my house



