The existence of New England suggests that a place called 'England' exists, which is ridiculous but funny to imagine.
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Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.
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comfy bed. take me home. to the place. where i belong. pillow blanky. sleeping soundly. take me home. comfy bed
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places i should be allowed to poke around in because i am curious by nature
container ships in the middle of the ocean
the large hadron collider
any salt mine
museum storage rooms
svalbard seed vault
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bein able to reblog posts of deleted tumblr accounts is absolutely the best feature here
its feels like dragging a corpse around through a bacchanal along with its legacy
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BARBIE (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig
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Hey folks, if you want to fight back against the twitterfication of tumblr USE IT LIKE IT'S TUMBLR!!!!!! REBLOG THINGS!!!!!! USE THE TAGS TO SCREAM AT YOUR FRIENDS!!!!!!!
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Arnold Böcklin (Swiss, 1827-1901) - St. Anthony Preaching to the Fish (1892)
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forget about touching grass, i need to touch THE SEA I NEED TO GO INTO THE WATER I NEED TO DIVE INTO THE SEA!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I know for myself boredom involves a spatialization of time; the forwardness goes out of life, and I wait, and in waiting time becomes a place—not a particularly good one, but a place nonetheless, with the minutes and hours, the days and months piling up indifferently. For phenomenologists, this kind of repetition isn’t a property of time but of space, and then it’s more aptly called “redundancy,” when things exceed what’s necessary. In boredom you take on some of the character of an object, becoming lifeless and inanimate, lacking flow, and the more the time sense is rendered into space, the more isolated you become—isolated by becoming extraneous. The spooky intimation behind boredom, the whispered secret of it, is death, a final draining of time, when at last all the living belong exclusively to space. In boredom, we become victims of a sameness within a hierarchy whose original principle of design was a now-forgotten, vestigial loss of proportion—which is an aesthetic problem, the problem of arranging parts harmoniously within a whole.
Charles D'Ambrosio, Loitering: New and Collected Essays. (via mrsamgrass)
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Didn't include this in my review but there's some laughably bad Nolanesque filmmaking in Oppenheimer especially re: the women. Florence Pugh (who is naked in 50% of her scenes) rides Cillian Murphy's dick in the middle of a hearing at one point when they bring up the fact he cheated on his wife with her. It's supposed to be in his head or w/e but it's the stupidest shit I've seen in a movie in a long time. In another scene she gets him to read the Bhagavad Gita quote while fucking him (as in he says "I am become death destroyer of worlds" right as she puts his dick in her). I don't want Nolan to look at a woman again tbh.
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the isolated instances of micro-aggression make me hot and angry and angry at myself for being angry. and mind you micro-aggression in spaces in the relatively VERY well protected spaces of ‘liberal’ higher ed and ‘good neighborhoods.’ i cant fathom how ppl bear actual racial violence the dehumanization i cant even presume to start sympathizing with
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