gonna try to get my driving permit today, wish me luck
think im gonna take a break from tumblr for a bit
god i fucking love people like i’m a cynical asshole true but when you ask people “hey do you know any good books” people just… pour out. if you talk about music and you’re just looking for a nice band to listen to people have all these great moments they talk about like how they saw this person in concert or that person saved their life with lyrics alone or like this song was at their mom’s 40th birthday party.
like i think it’s so cool that we’re all brimming with these favorite things we love like we overflow with them and when someone says “hey can i share?” people just….. trip over themselves to give, give, give
What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and again? An instant of pain, perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion suspended in time. Like a blurred photograph. Like an insect trapped in amber.
The Devil’s Backbone (2001), Guillermo del Torro
The terrible thing about ghosts is that / we know they are not there.
Keith Waldrop, A Windmill near Calvary
What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be / alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.
Richard Siken, “Landscape with Fruit Rot and Millipede”
Ghosts suspend the rules of logic just as they break the rules of nature. They belong to the past, to a history that should have been closed with their death, and yet they reappear to trouble the present and change the future. A ghost is always radically out of time, as well as out of place.
Catherine Belsey, “Hamlet and the Tradition of Fireside Ghost Stories,” Shakespeare Quarterly, Vol. 61, No. 1, 2010
Q how do you know you’re a ghost
A it’s the sliding
Q is it like sleep
A like scything
Q do you feel old or young
A space and time are wrongAnne Carson, “Ghost Q & A,” A Public Space, Issue 13
neil, on live television: youre going to eat those words. youre going to choke on them
riko: i beg your pardon?
neil, leaning in: then beg
indicativeof-sideways-escalation:
me, learning about the greek pantheon in elementary: wow, I love athena, so brave and smart
me, after reading about the story of medusa: athena is a spiteful, dumb bitch who can’t direct her anger at the right people! wack ass hoe
Me, after learning than Medusas head was used as a sign of safety and female autonomy in women’s spaces because it was seen as a gift from Athena, to allow Medusa never to be harmed that way again: oh dope, Athenas on our side. Kill a man who dares to look upon you with possession in his heart.
Me, after learning that Athena holds herself to the ‘not like other girls’ standard and usuallys sides with whatever the nearest dick-toting diety says: what the fuck what a fake bitch
Me, after learning that most of the media depicting Greek Gods by the ancient Greeks that survives today was commissioned, designed, and made by men, and therefore does not depict female interpretation or telling of the myths, and is probably extremely biased towards a misogynistic portrayal of a strong woman: the canon Athena was in our hearts all along.