i’mmmm… sort of! still here? i haven’t logged onto this tumblr in an age and a half after i assumed most of my content would get nuked with the new content restrictions (it did), but logged on with a whim today. thank you for all of the amazing messages in the interim, omg. if i have time tomorrow i want to post some of the things people left me. now it’s the middle of the night and all i can think about is being milked and bred and settled into my natural role and place. ssssiiigh.
“Everybody has experienced the defeat of their lives. Nobody has a life that worked out the way they wanted it to work out. We all begin as the hero of our own dramas, in centre stage, and inevitably life moves us out of centre stage, defeats the hero, overturns the plot and the strategy and we’re left on the sidelines, wondering why we no longer have a part, or want a part, in the whole damn thing. So everybody’s experienced this. When it’s presented to us sweetly, the feeling goes from heart to heart and we feel less isolated and we feel part of the great human chain, which is really involved with the recognition of defeat.”
— Leonard Cohen on why people enjoy listening to melancholy songs (from a BBC radio interview in 2007)
dear ben edlund. i feel like i can call you ben because you and me are so much alike. i would love to meet you someday. did you have a good relationship with god? me neither. these are all things we can talk about and more
like im thinking about how that one time it got pointed out that rose is considered “fashionable” when she literally put on a goth nightgown and tied a scarf around it. and dave is considered “messy/undignified” when hes the guy who immediately alchemized like 5 different suits and worse them all even though it was sweltering.
and then im comparing that to how rosemary are always getting portrayed as ‘refined dignified lesbian moms’ when kanaya is the awkwardest character in the whole comic, wore her pajamas to her first date; and rose got blackout drunk from nerves over that very event (and yet dave was still the one who had to tell her it was even a date). rose kissed kanaya for the first time and immediately fell down a flight of stairs.
meanwhile davekat take years to get their shit together, but once they do they HAVE it together, theyre both comfortable and sweet with each other, and dave takes the first fucking opportunity to give john a whole spiel on his thoughts about comphet and heteronormativity. for fucks sake, karkat vantas is the universe’s biggest romance buff. he’s obsessed with traditional dates and love stories. what about that screams “oh theyre the absolute opposite of rosemary, instead of being refined and dignified they fight over pizza and throw chips at each other”.
like im not saying they DONT fight over pizza! im sure they DO because they think it’s funny and they also hate each others guts! and im not saying rosemary DONT do each others makeup or outfits.
im just saying like… we should get rid of the idea that rosemary are smart or dignified and ‘know what theyre doing’. rose played pretend at therapist the same way dave played pretend at being an internet coolguy. theyre both just actually idiots irl. and if anyone is gonna give your fave the gay talk it would be one of the striders, not rose. rose will just make fun of you for your gayness without being helpful in the slightest.
Tom Hiddleston reads an excerpt from Extreme Metaphors- Interviews with J G Ballard featuring an interview with the author from Search & Destroy; first published in 1978.
Get the book here, read the original article here and check out the transcript of the snippet Tom reads below and see just how incredibly well Ballard predicts the growth and changes of our relationship with technology:
Idk, i got home a few hours ago from a Day (a good one, but a tiring one) and like i normally try to keep my local in Texas a lil under wraps,
But, if you’re ever in San Antonio there near Eckhert Rd there’s a shop called “stained glass crafters workbench”. bright purple building you can’t miss it.
Genuinely one of the best places I’ve ever been. Nicest folk in the world. great products, Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful shop. Even if you arn’t into stained glass making it’s worth stopping by to look at and maybe grab some of the stunning art for sale. Like they also have classes, and I’m pretty happy with where I am in terms of teaching myself but I might take one just to have an excuse to hang around there.
fuck finding an art style. fuck having an aesthetic. fuck consistency. fuck marketability. none of these things matter. make messy art. make art however you want. make art that doesn’t care about being marketable. learn a skill even if theres no market for its byproduct. make art you like and like making. make art you think no one will care about if it makes you happy.
above all, truly and wholeheartedly, just make art for yourself. dont let capitalism mess with your art. it doesnt care about it in the slightest.
Yesterday was the scariest day of my life. And the absolute most embarrassing as well. Calling 911 and having them come in my apartment was surreal, and awful
I don’t wanna talk about it a ton, and I only want certain people to know. But I get how that works
