Fanfic Is A Modern Concept That Can Only Exist Under Capitalism And Relies On Copyright And The Concept

literally though if you feel like your life is slipping through your fingers and every day goes too fast… try doing hard things, not just taking the easy route, like reading and making art and exercising and cooking a meal from scratch and journaling, doing these things without distraction, without being absorbed on a screen… the time will stretch and you’ll be reminded that life is long and beautiful if you make it so.

Scorpion Hill (PUP) //  Sommerdrama, 2008. Oil on Canvas (Markus Matthias Krüger) // Landscape With Fruit Rot And Millipede (Richard Siken) // Mitski, on the In Sight Out podcast //  On Fire, 2014. Oil on Canvas (Lauren Cohen) // JUNE IS ON FIRE (angelea l.) // Landscape With Several Small Fires (Richard Siken) // Album cover for PUP’s The Dream Is Over. 2016 (Christopher McKenney) // Brightside (Nate Ruess)

season 2, colorized, 2020

Lamentations: A Monument for the Dead World (1985) dir. R. Bruce Elder

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hair, a love language

credits: 1. hair salon in gabon (bruno barbey, 1984) / 2. navajo nation, arizona (leonard mccombe, 1948) / 3. combing the hair (edgar degas) / 4. unknown source / 5. via @cxogunt / 6. clifford prince king

White Women Drive Me Crazy

White women are so dangerous because they’re allowed to be so soft — innocent until proven innocent.

White women, do me a favor and read this.

This line, in particular, gutted me:

We eat eggs and I tell Y about how when I was 8 years old, I taught my white friend, B (actually called Becky), how to count to 10 in Urdu. How at school the next day she looked at her feet as she shuffled past me, and the white teacher pulled me aside and asked me why I was bullying Becky, because Becky’s mum said I was bullying Becky, and that maybe it would be best if I didn’t sit next to her anymore. She suggested this with the kind of half-arsed, sad-eyed, apologetic shrug that white women perform when it is less of a scene to administer psychological warfare against a brown child than it is to challenge your fellow white woman.

That was my entire childhood.

mahmoud darwish, mural (2000) trans. fady joudah

That overwhelmingly safe feeling when you’re sitting in the back seat of the car at night while your parents drive. Maybe you’re on your way home, maybe you’ve just finished up a long day on the road during a family vacation and you drift in and out of sleep while the yellow street lights ebb in and out over your head. I wish that feeling lasted forever.