Watched the Oppy documentary. Feeling some kinda way.
Do you think there are aliens singing songs to the UFOs in the New Mexico sky?
Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (via larmoyante)
\W/estworld (2016)
The #Wilderpeople team wishes @TaikaWaititi good luck on his newest film Thor. Let us know if you need a @ChrisHemsworth stand-in!
Apparently “what ho!” is a corruption of Beowulf’s “hwaet!”??
Now need a P.G. Wodehouse translation of Beowulf.
What ho! Have you heard of these chaps, Dashed good fellows with a spear and whatnot–
Michelle Obama for VOGUE
LOL WAAAAAAAY BEFORE 1991
thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
and the mortifying ordeal of being known Graham | transman | 30s | three crows in a trench coat
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