lost in my small apartment

javarisx-fightingthosedemons:

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emptyblissdotmp3:

literary analysis being posited as this boring grueling penance that only miserable people insist on is very dumb as an idea but its even more dumb to me, the guy who gets so excited about it that he has to clap and pound his fists against the ground and walk in circles at a dizzying speed unbeknownst to man

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violsva:

naberiie:

naberiie:

WHAT is that one poem (?), abt a modern worker contemplating the numerous forgotten who were actually responsible for all the ‘great’ deeds of history

found it!!

A Worker Reads History
Bertolt Brecht

Who built the seven gates of Thebes?
The books are filled with names of kings.
Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone?
And Babylon, so many times destroyed.
Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima’s houses,
That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it?
In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished
Where did the masons go? Imperial Rome
Is full of arcs of triumph. Who reared them up? Over whom
Did the Caesars triumph? Byzantium lives in song.
Were all her dwellings palaces? And even in Atlantis of the legend
The night the seas rushed in,
The drowning men still bellowed for their slaves.

Young Alexander conquered India.
He alone?
Caesar beat the Gauls.
Was there not even a cook in his army?
Phillip of Spain wept as his fleet
was sunk and destroyed. Were there no other tears?
Frederick the Great triumphed in the Seven Years War.
Who triumphed with him?

Each page a victory
At whose expense the victory ball?
Every ten years a great man,
Who paid the piper?

So many particulars.
So many questions.

So I just went through three notebooks to find this, because I knew it was there.

I was at the ROM, about six years ago, at a special exhibit on Babylon. And there was a brick, formerly part of a palace. And Nebuchadnezzar, the one who built the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, had had his name in cuneiform stamped on every single brick, to emphasize that he had built it.

And on this one, a workman had carved his own name, Zabina’, into the block too, in Aramaic. Here’s the brick. It’s 2600 years old.

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onekisstotakewithme:

for @thebreakfastgenie

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eastgaysian:

the ancient and noble art of Hating must remain distinct from the dogmatism of the moral crusade. hating has no greater goal. it is not about engineering change or imposing one’s will upon others. to hate is a complete act in and of itself

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tres-wack:

clevercrumbish:

DIRECTOR: Hey Tom Hardy here is some weird shit we’re gonna put on your face to hide your beautiful little kissy lips pretty boy mouth

TOM HARDY, ENTIRELY NOT LISTENING BECAUSE HE’S BUSY FORMULATING AN ACCENT NO HUMAN BEING ON EARTH HAS EVER FUCKING HAD: Sure boss

cover them up, slut

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ihopeucomehomesoon:

“this changed my life!” me at a multitude of things bc i’m dynamic and have an open and big heart

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notthegrouch:

mentalhealthmemez:

anarchistmemecollective:

jasminesapphires:

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.” 

- Vincent van Gogh

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makingqueerhistory:

“Queer comes to be defined as the not-yet; queer is what is not yet possible, not yet thinkable or legible. In other words, queer is understood in terms of a present of disavowal and a future of possibility.”

—

Ben Davies and Jana Funke

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superhell:

i remember when we were in typography II and also editorial design I we got shown the fucking text hierarchy image

and I’m seeing more and more people not grasping this concept when editing so i thought that if for some reason you haven’t seen this image i probably shouldn’t gatekeep it. Text hierarchy is literally essential knowledge to make yourself understood. Try to have an order in your text, investigate, test things, show your edits to people and ask “hey what order are you reading this on?” because the golden rule is that your design should be easy to interpret most of the time.

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telltaletypist:

telltaletypist:

it’s wild that virtually all modern digital infrastructure is built to constantly spy on us and harvast our data for advertising yet online advertsing is still basically worthless and nobody seems to actually be benefitting from all this

a vast rube goldberg machine of privacy violations all working together to deliver the most precisely targeted ads straight into my adblocker

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violetsandshrikes:

if i was an animal and i knew i was being observed and researched i would do something super fucked up. but only once. never again. ruin their lives. keep them guessing.

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stitch-n-time:

stitch-n-time:

beggars-opera:

Kind of hard to believe there was once a time where a legitimate genre of post was “my mom says if this gets 2k notes she’ll buy me a doughnut” and everyone would just. go ham

I vote we revive this shit.

Y’all, if this post gets 2k notes I’ll buy my own damned self a doughnut.

Y’know what? Yes.

If this hits 24k by the time I wake up on 21 June 2023, I’ll get myself a dozen. And a big ol’ coffee to go with them.

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