this is so beautiful

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I made anew video, its abit of an experiment really, but I thought I’ put it out there.

I made this meme in mourning of Spyro 3 for Playstation 1, I hope you find it as funny as my brother does !

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I would love to fall asleep upon such a perfect bed.

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Why?

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— Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via mybestfriends-foundinabook)

violet-catmint:

minawrst:

Trans as in fuck you

Stunning.

I don’t know what it is but I really love this art. I love its anger, the bleak emptiness in her eyes and its beauty. I really love it. 

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This reminds me of the pictures of all the dead bodies at the Nazi concentration camps. Its a strange picture really, its seems sad and cold but I guess the faces are close and consoled by each other. I don’t know, it just moved me when I saw it.

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I took a picture of the sun in my bed room on the last day of march and I found myself feeling a fulfillment of gratitude towards the universe, towards life. Today as I upload this, I feel like that hope and that gratitude is displaced with a concrete and slowly setting structure of feeling lost and constantly isolated. 

Last week was painful. It really was and I didn’t do much about it like I normally do. I didn’t keep going, I didn’t move on, pretend the hole in my chest wasn’t there. Last week I let it swamp everything  No work was achieved, no healthy life style was happening, no smiles even flinched on my face. I didn’t speak, I didn’t listen, I just though about life and it scared me how much I didn’t care. It scares me how I question every corporeal response and ask why, why do we work, why do we learn, why do we study, why do we laugh, why do we sing, why do we love, why do we create, why do we survive. And as I sit in the stark light of mid-afternoon I still don’t know and I’m scared this pain is set in stone. Finally, after 2 and a half years of knowing I am nothing, It has hit me. There is no way out. and again I’m scared about that. I’m so fucking scared.

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- Judith Butler, “Performative Acts and Gender Constitution: An Essay in Phenomenology and Feminist Theory” (1988) source; http://www.mariabuszek.com/kcai/PoMoSeminar/Readings/BtlrPerfActs.pdf

I was researching Judith Butler for my English Literature essay and I found this quote in her paper on Gender roles and found it to be really consolidating and interesting on two levels; a literary level and a philosophical one.  I could be out of my depth in commenting on this work but I found it inspiring to write more, to learn more and to look around a bit more.

I’v been fucked up lately, so this feels important to share I guess.

menosquetres:

This is an illustration drawn by a North Korean defector of the atrocities which occur inside the concentration camps (or gulags).

I watched the BBC panorama documentary earlier and I feel so contorted by the shock of the truth, I knew it was bad, but the pure depression and oppression  and famine and solitary abandon is scary, really scary. 

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annanetrebko:

Vincent Van Gogh Terrasse de Cafe la Nuit

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