“I, too, feel the need to reread the books I have already read,“ a third reader says, “but at every rereading I seem to be reading a new book, for the first time. Is it I who keep changing and seeing new things of which I was not previously aware? Or is reading a construction that assumes form, assembling a great number of variables, and therefore something that cannot be repeated twice according to the same pattern? Every time I seek to relive the emotion of a previous reading, I experience different and unexpected impressions, and do not find again those of before. At certain moments it seems to me that between one reading and the next there is a progression: in the sense, for example, of penetrating further into the spirit of the text, or of increasing my critical detachment. At other moments, on the contrary, I seem to retain the memory of the readings of a single book one next to another, enthusiastic or cold or hostile, scattered in time without a perspective, without a thread that ties them together. The conclusion I have reached is that reading is an operation without object; or that its true object is itself. The book is an accessory aid, or even a pretext.”

— Italo Calvino, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler

i need people do do me a favor and be absolutely normal about it

“what’s the song of the summer” ?? it’s DANCING IN THE DARK by bruce springsteen for the 40th year in a row

just so you know how these campuses deal with actual antisemitism

Cover illustrations for Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (via Miyazaki-Moebius Exhibition Catalog)

imagine two mated wyrms twisting around each other, possessing an uncountable number of limbs, each claw of good or evil interlocked with its opposite, the coil twists further around itself into a skein of flesh. how i would describe DNA to a wizard

if i'm being absolutely completely totally honest i think that "it wasn't you" doesn't go far enough in absolving someone of the guilt of being the subject of a brainwashing or mind control plot. because at the end of the day, it was you. it was your body, your mind, potentially even your soul, being stripped of its autonomy, intimately violated and turned against you as much as anyone else. it's a kind of assault, and should be treated as such, especially in more mature narratives. i think that "it wasn't your fault" and "your shame at being made helpless and unable to control your own body and mind's involuntary responses is understandable, but you are not in any way irredeemable or unforgivable because of what was done to you" are also necessary reassurances. and i think that there should be lingering resentment in spite of words of forgiveness and miscommunication and long-term post-traumatic consequences also.

can zelda get him pregnant already damn

master koga propaganda

"geRuDO aGe fAsteR tHan HyliAnS"

horrible, awful, so many bad implications, especially when in context of riju and the gerudo as a whole, but in general just bad, jail for nintendo, jail for nintendo for one thousand years!!

but the thought of ganondorf being actually just as old/young as zelda and link just looks like 50+ is also

(also idk how old rauru is supposed to be but him being like idk 300 years old and his superior attitude to literally everyone-

I do find it interesting that people are very interested in the idea of Ganondorf being morally gray when it comes to his probable conflicts of interest (wanting sovereignty for his lands, having some form of respect for his people and culture, and despising the imperialism Hyrule imposes upon him while also harboring an inherent desire for power and conquest and thinking he'd be better at the whole ruling Hyrule thing) but bristle when Link and Zelda are described as morally gray. It is almost as if moral grayness is associated with a character's baseline morality being based in evil. A character who aligns with good cannot have any gray spots I suppose.

"i'm literally tweaking" "are you restarted" "you sound acoustic right now" "this has crackhead energy" "my ex is such a narcissist" "i'm going nonverbal for an hour" "intrusive thoughts won"

randomly remembering the time in 2012 when everyone kept saying the world was going to end at midday that day and like, i didnt really believe it, but i didnt want to be a complete fool if i was wrong, so i excused myself from class to go sit the field and perfectly timed the beat drop to a skrillex song just in case something happened. and im just. retroactively amused by the idea of ushering in the appocalypse with skrillex. most 2012 thing you could possibly do.