When everything is embarrassing, that’s a sign that your passion is waking up, and it wants more. Your desire is a tender sprout that wants more water, more sunshine. It wants you to give up on SEEMING happy and in control and to start FEELING joy instead, even when it feels a little too big, even when it makes you cry, even when it forces you to question where you are and why.
Passion and desire and shame and sadness don’t signal that you have to change everything immediately, though. These are sensations that don’t require solutions. Your primary job, in the face of renewed lust for life, is to tolerate the shame of joy.
Because embarrassment is sometimes just a sign that you’ve never lived out in the open before, you’ve never cared more about a feeling than you care about how you’re coming across, you’ve never prioritized happiness over control.
This is why it’s good to take risks that might embarrass you regularly. Because every time you dare to embarrass yourself for the sake of who you are, you’re teaching your body to prioritize joy. You’re teaching yourself to let go of seeming better than the things you love. You’re showing yourself how to feel where you are — to soak in the cool fall air, to breathe in the moon, to love every lopsided moment of your glorious, flawed life.
I Worried, Mary Oliver
straight people are so fascinating even when they aren't actively trying to be homophobic. I had a class a few years ago where one assignment was to summarize some eighth century arabic poetry about going out for drinks with the lads before indulging in some gay sex and like half the class came in and said "I'm sorry idk what was happening in this one, they mention having sex with a servant but they also say the servant's a man? where'd the woman come from? I'm so confused." and a few days ago in a shakespeare class I made a comment about how cleopatra and octavius caesar are kind of parallel characters in possessively bartering for mark antony's attention and one of my classmates responded as though I'd been talking about octavia and not caesar, despite the fact that I said "caesar" and "him" multiple times while describing the actions he specifically took. fully incapable of comprehending of anything that's even a little bit gay.
yeah okay, ill reblog that
I was at the liberty museum in Philadelphia and saw this next to a stairwell
Official ominous sign
Ive been to this art installation when it was in Seattle it was made by an indigenous artist if I remember correctly it has small patches of astroturf in front of a black and white American flag with a sign that invites people “kneel and join in the screams of the American national anthem”
Please tag me if you can find it!
This piece is called Neon American Anthem bu indigenous artist Nicholas Galanin “to mourn the loss of lives, freedoms, and safety for people and lands subjected to American violence, and to protest continuing oppression.”
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i always click the "track package" button as soon as i get the email. "oh boy i wonder where my package is!" warehouse.
One must always pay the cheese tax
wait a minute
this is peam
I finished zenshu tonight. please watch it
Prodigal anime director Natsuko Hirose is stuck in a slump and dies from eating expired food, only to wake up in the world of her favorite childhood anime movie: A Tale of Perishing. The movie is about a group of heroes who fight to save the world, but they fail and all die tragically.
Unable to bear seeing her favorite characters die, she uses her ability of adding more animation to defeat the enemies and make edits to the story.
It's a show about how a story can change you, and how you change other people. It comments on the anime industry, fate, and the death of the author.
Huacachina, a desert oasis and tiny village surrounded by rolling sand dunes in Ica, Peru - Author: PrudenceRavishing
The snow outside - Kaoru Yamada
Japanese , b. 1975 -
you really can reach a point with transgender enlightenment wherein you can attribute any bodily feature silhouette and detail to any gender regardless of typical cisgender aesthetic connotations. anything can be a man's body if the person in it is a man. anything can be a woman's body if the person in it is a woman. anything can be a genderless body if the person in it is genderless. and so on. the only thing that matters is the personhood within and whether you are willing to look and know and see it. open your eyes. keep trying until you no longer flinch or turn away in shame or anger or confusion.
*Scrolls past*
*reluctant sigh*
*scrolls back up*
*rebogs*