okay but if you ever see a male creative who had a string of great work and then everything else he did was dogshit, go to the "personal life" part of his wikipedia and look at his relationships. you'll either find a major tragedy he didn't recover from (completely understandable) or, more likely, there was a woman in his life doing uncredited shit editing his stuff or contributing generally and she's not there anymore.
I told a friend about this phenomenon in literature and he called me weeks later like, I remembered what you said about women doing uncredited work when tim burton came up. he made a string of bangers then everything else just was nowhere near as good. the timeline matches perfectly to when he was with this german visual artist (lena gieseke). he's done some good work in collaboration, but if things were dug into I suspect we would find she did a lot more than people realise.
so yeah whenever you look around like wow women didn't work in history, or, women aren't auteurs, or, there just aren't as many great female writers - societal reasons for that aside, half the time they absolutely did.
i wish we had seen more done with the symbol of Bella Swan as the lamb. Edward got his "lion & the lamb" scene. i wish there was a point where Bella was reflecting on this with Jacob.
"the wolf & the lamb." how sick it is that the lamb always finds herself in the company of predators. how beautiful it is that the lamb has the courage & tenacity to seek them out.
"the wolf & the lamb." how wise it is that the little lamb who the lion teased for being so delicate uses her softness to cozy up to the warmth of yet another natural-born predator.
"the wolf & the lamb." the lamb has left the flock only to be abandoned by the pride; now, here is the lamb running with the pack as if her claws are just as sharp & her canines sink just as deep.
here is Bella Swan, the "wolf in lamb's clothing."
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Artwork by Kurt Cobain.
my new window set up 🤍
i was such a weird lonely little girl and maybe i grew to be a weird lonely woman but idc i built this life for myself and maybe it doesn’t always make sense to others and maybe isn’t always easy or beautiful but it is mine and i cherish it
“ANTIGONE: The fields were wet. They were waiting for something to happen. The whole world was breathless, waiting. I can’t tell you what a roaring noise I seemed to make alone on the road. It bothered me that whatever was waiting, wasn’t waiting for me.”
— Antigone, Jean Anouilh (trans Lewis Galantiere)