Wings of Pages
All the words on those wings are either bits of my own poetry and writing, or complete utter gibberish because my hand got tired š
(via jarvaelison)
okay but if you ever see a male creative who had a string of great work and then everything else he did was dogshit, go to the āpersonal lifeā part of his wikipedia and look at his relationships. youāll either find a major tragedy he didnāt recover from (completely understandable) or, more likely, there was a woman in his life doing uncredited shit editing his stuff or contributing generally and sheās not there anymore.
I told a friend about this phenomenon in literature and he called me weeks later like, I remembered what you said about women doing uncredited work when tim burton came up. he made a string of bangers then everything else just was nowhere near as good. the timeline matches perfectly to when he was with this german visual artist (lena gieseke). heās done some good work in collaboration, but if things were dug into I suspect we would find she did a lot more than people realise.
so yeah whenever you look around like wow women didnāt work in history, or, women arenāt auteurs, or, there just arenāt as many great female writers - societal reasons for that aside, half the time they absolutely did.
Hell yeah
In my family we describe this by saying the guy āis a real Peter Bogdanovichā, who spent the last 30 years of his life and career demonstrating this in the most clear and dramatic fashion possible.
(via clarivene)
shoutout to my friend at twit dot co for the silly idea
itās acheron and aventurineās third re-run, trust
hehe š¦š
my sense of humor is now broken :>
I just want yāall to know that one time during lockdown I played a lot of Minecraft because I had nothing better to do and then later I was going to go into my room after a shower so I could go back to being a hermit but it was dark so I just thought āoop, canāt go in there, thereāll be skeletons spawning there and theyāll shoot at meā
And for LIKE FIVE WHOLE SECONDS I didnāt question it and I just turned on the lights and walked out into the living room to wait it out, just thankful I had my pajamas on already so I didnāt have to fight off the shooty skeletons in my dark closet where there might be some creepers too
And then all of a sudden I was like āWait what the frig skeletons arenāt realā and then just went back into my room
And I think about that a lot. So if ANY OF YOU dare to think that I have any more than three and a half braincells on a really good day, just please remember this and know that you are sorely mistaken
I hate to break it to you but skeletons are, in fact, real. Thereās one incredibly close to you at this very second
this is like that one summer I played too much chess, and then I was standing in line at the grocery store at a slightly diagonal angle to the person in front of me and I had this light go off in my brain like āweak pawn structure this is your chanceā before I realized that it was real life actually.
(via roach-works)
Republican war on women is very real.
Gutting research is pure evil. The misogyny within First Felon is pure poison.