i’m done clearing out my likes, I promise

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Well, once again, it’s just you and me, listeners. The bustle of this day has come and gone, and now there is the quiet night. The universe is unraveling, it still is. We won the day, we won the battle, we won whatever unit of measurement you care to say that we won. We returned to the dangerous equilibrium we had before, which we can only assume, or hope, or wish is better.

But, of course, we did not stop the unraveling of the universe. The universe is not a thing that is, it is not a thing at all. It is the very action of its going, it is in fact it’s own dissolves. And our lives, the entire span of human existence going back and back, and - if we are lucky - forward and forward, the entire span is spent within this dissolve.

So look at the fleeting stars with fleeting eyes, and feel how the earth beneath you gives. It is all a temporary manifestation of particles and it is all unraveling back to particulate silence. The bustle of the human day will come and will go. And then there will be night.

But, how beautiful these moments within the dissolve, what a temporary perfection we confined within this passing world. Everything good ever done, everything good that was done today, and all the good people doing it, and back and back and forward and forward. All of that beauty within a universe unraveling. Be proud of your place in the cosmos. It may be small, and yet it is. How unlikely. How fantastic. And stupid. And excellent.

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Cecil saying some really beautiful shit (via kexatnobody)

(via yafriction)

girlwrists:

Thirst / Bakjwi (Park Chan-wook, 2009)

Like a leper rotting in flesh, let all avoid me. Like a cripple without limbs, let me not move freely. Remove my cheeks, that tears may not roll down them. Crush my lips and tongue, that I may not sin with them. Pull out my nails, that I may grasp nothing. Let my shoulders and back be bent, that I may carry nothing. Like a man with a tumor in the head, let me lack judgement. Ravage my body sworn to chastity, leave me with no pride and have me live in shame. Let no one pray for me.

(via weirdwild)

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girlwrists:

Thirst / Bakjwi (Park Chan-wook, 2009)

Like a leper rotting in flesh, let all avoid me. Like a cripple without limbs, let me not move freely. Remove my cheeks, that tears may not roll down them. Crush my lips and tongue, that I may not sin with them. Pull out my nails, that I may grasp nothing. Let my shoulders and back be bent, that I may carry nothing. Like a man with a tumor in the head, let me lack judgement. Ravage my body sworn to chastity, leave me with no pride and have me live in shame. Let no one pray for me.

(via weirdwild)

"Stevie Nicks was the first woman I ever heard say she had chosen not to have children because she cared more about her career. The first that ever warned me men might not like it if there are things more important to me than they are. The first that ever said that that was fine: sometimes, you have to leave them behind. Wherever she goes, she surrounds herself with girls. “I can’t imagine you in a bathing suit,” someone says in an interview for Rolling Stone, when Stevie says she likes to play in the pool in her backyard. “Yeah, well, you never will,” Stevie says. “There is never - ever - a man in the backyard. If there is, he is banished to the front of the house.” Men don’t get to look at Stevie Nicks unless Stevie Nicks wants men to look at Stevie Nicks. In her songs, even when she’s talking about how she has to change, she proclaims her power, her ability, her worth. She is a queen, she is a witch, she is a dragon, she is in control. She isn’t polite. She’s competitive. She’s bossy. She claimed all the things the men around her claimed — she spent as much money as they spent, had as much sex as they had, was as reckless as they were, stood at the front of the same stage — and never questioned that that was her right. The world tells us women are there for men, but despite all the boyfriends and the jokes about how she’s so easy and the sex-symbol status, she isn’t there for men at all. She does it without ever giving in to the men that dismiss her. She’s emotional. She’s dramatic. She raises her voice as much as she can. She thinks she’s pretty, she thinks she’s a star, and when her fans crowd up to the edge of the stage, crazy, she welcomes them, with open arms. She revels in it. She’s too much of a girl for you? She revels in it."

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nevver:

July 17, 1955 Disneyland opens - and it was horrifying.

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nevver:

July 17, 1955 Disneyland opens - and it was horrifying.