Aurora Australis

That point where you want some entertainment on in the background or something but you're not done thinking about the story you just finished so you have to go looking for like. Random filler bullshit that you know won't leave an impression on you.

to pretend that horrible people cannot make good art is another way to conflate beauty and talent with integrity and morality. the works of monsters are best examined with knowledge of the author in mind but art is not inherently reflective. human beings are creative, and habitual liars- it'd be stupid to pretend art must always be a portrait of its creator

Let’s fucking go

I think part of getting better is complete ego death. Like you’re not above setting a timer for 5 minutes and focusing on a task. You’re not above doing a very simple 3 minute workout to start. You’re not above reading for 10 minutes a day when you first get out of your reading slump, even if you used to read for hours. You’re not above starting slow and then building up to where you want to be/where you once were. What you are above is total inertia. Doing something really is better than doing nothing. Radically accept where you are, radically accept your limits, and go from there. Don’t let your ego get in the way.

never met a sentence i couldn't make incredibly long

And now it must be said, as many numerous things often must be, in great volume and variance breaching topics that are near enough to innumerable and beyond the measure of counting; that just as anyone in posession of thoughts appearing in their waking mind fully-formed upon conception, both clear and concise, blessed with the mastery of language sufficient to express oneself with brevity, so with equal frequency I find that I am cursed with an opposing nature: to take that which is brief and succinct, simple and straightforward, and somehow find it instinctive within myself to stretch it so remarkably thin across the page that the length of any given sentence may very well rival that of a modest novel, taking the poor reader several deep breaths to recite out loud- or, perhaps in the case of one equally blessed to be of great, strong lungs and a determined air- merely the rather long and arduous effort of enduring.

like. female and male bodies are not different species. the traits you consider inherent and unique to Female or Male can often be changed by hormone therapy and other interventions, and many traits fall on a bimodal distribution, not a binary one. you can apply the findings of 'Invisible Women' without implying that female bodies are like, Startouched Special Moon-Tied Nature Creatures that are immune to all known scientific phenomena

theo van gogh was the one who suggested that his older brother vincent start seriously painting. as soon as theo was gainfully employed he gave vincent around 15% of his own yearly salary for art supplies, lodging, and food. about 2/3rds of vincent's surviving letters were to theo (including vincent's earliest and last letters), all of which were found stored in theo's desk. theo's child, vincent willem, was born on january 31st, 1890, and vincent was so delighted by his nephew that he painted almond blossoms for him. vincent shot himself half a year later on july 29th, 1890. theo's distress at his brother's death worsened his syphilis symptoms and he died half a year after his brother on january 25th, 1891 (four days before vincent willem's first birthday). theo was reburied next to vincent in auvers-sur-oise at the request of theo's wife johanna.

The hatemail game on this website is insane