– “So you say we’re in our autumn years. Speak for yourself. I’m in the summer of my life. And when I leave, it will still be summer. I love summer. Don’t you?” – “I like all seasons. The first cool drops of rain, the first snowflakes, the first chimney fires, the first buds. These first things that come back each year delight me.” – “But the summer sun… I love the burning sensation. I need that sensation inside my body. Like the embers I handle each day.” – “I understand.”
The Taste of Things (La passion de Dodin Bouffant) dir. Tran Anh Hung, 2023
i wish tumblr would let you append a little memo when you blocked someone so i could remember if i brought the hammer down for virulent transphobia or for having slightly too annoying of an opinion on a day when i was hungover
I want to believe that the dead are not lost to us. That they speak to us as part of something greater than us. Greater than any alien force. And if you and I are powerless now, I want to believe that if we listen to what’s speaking, it can give us thepowertosaveourselves.
the fact that we need 8 hours of sleep is ridiculous we should only need 4 and the other 4 should be used to be cozy in your bed and rub your legs together like a cricket and listen to music and think about your little scenarios
tumblr is, if anything, the Appalachia of social media…easy to get lost, sparsely populated, out of the loop with fast-moving modern trends. Attached to tradition. Close-knit communities. Believe in “talk shit, get hit.” Everyone is doing their own thing in their own obscure little holler. Prone to pulling the most inventive turns of phrase you’ve ever heard out of nowhere. Somebody’s always starting a racket. We sometimes repel outsiders with much aggression. Lots of talk about hell and damnation to be found. Everybody tends to forget about us for some reason
What is pirating media but the moonshining of the internet
