"Peggle make phone calls" has become shorthand for "fuck it, whatever" for me but no one ever knows what im talkingabout and it's also longer (longhand?)
peggle make phone calls

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"Peggle make phone calls" has become shorthand for "fuck it, whatever" for me but no one ever knows what im talkingabout and it's also longer (longhand?)
peggle make phone calls

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Bound (1996)
here's a secret: whatever you're doing, you have to root for your peers with all your heart because it forces you to root for yourself too. I've seen people in various spheres of my life (workplaces, education, art, activism) fall into the trap of envy and resentment when they see others succeed while they struggle, and it always always goes hand in hand with them pulling back and giving up and stagnating.
when you let yourself get sour grapes about shit, you tacitly give up on yourself. when you sit around hoping other people will flop and fail so you can catch up to them, you stop trying. it's a fantasy of mediocrity, the vain wish that other people would walk so you could take the gold medal at a jog. wouldn't you rather come last place at 27mph?

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you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.
i was so naive in thinking that spirk shippers were exaggerating. what the fuck is wrong with these two.
SPOCK HAS A MATING CYCLE?????
This is UNTRUE!!!! If you’re new to Catholicism you HAVE to listen to MEEEEEEEEE. Here’s my advice:
Leave
here's your chance to do some damage (an ode to unhinged homoeroticism between women <3)
movies/series:
“The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address. Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them. Your face approaching ever so friendly is the white flag they ignore. There is no truce with the furies. A mirror’s temperature is always at zero. It is ice in the veins. Its camera is an X-ray. It is a chalice held out to you in silent communion, where gaspingly you partake of a shifting identity never your own.”
— Reflections, R. S. Thomas

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Der Sumpf/The Swamp
Manchen der Freunde sah ich, und den geliebtesten Hilflos versinken im Sumpfe, an dem ich Taglich vorbeigeh. Und es geschah nicht an einem Einzigen Vormittag. Viele Wochen nahm es oft; dies machte es schrecklicher. Und das Gedenken an die gemeinsamen Langen Gespräche über den Sumpf, der So viele schon birgt. Hilflos nun sah ich ihn zurückgelehnt Bedeckt mit den Blutegeln In dem schimmernden Sanft bewegten Schlamm. Auf dem versinkenden Antlitz das gräßliche Wonnige Lächeln. I beheld many friends, and the friend I loved the most, helplessly sink into the swamp I pass by daily. And a drowning was not over in a single morning. Often it took many weeks; this made it more terrible. And the memory of our long agreeing talks about the swamp, which already held so many. Powerless now I saw him leaning back covered with leeches in the shimmering softly moving slime. Upon the sinking face the ghastly blissful smile.
Bertolt Brecht (1898-1956) trans. Naomi Replansky in Poetry Magazine, December 1947 (original German)
Jenny Holzer, "Inflammatory Essays" (1979-82), lithograph on paper.
Text reads, in all caps, "Disaster draws people like flies. Spectators get chills by identifying with the victims, feeling immune all the while! This is a particularly unattractive form of voyeurism. The detached and alienated dwell on disaster; they receive their quota of stimulation this way. They aren't sympathetic, just bored. They analyze the latest mass murder, they're maudlin over starving babies, they find images of terror and revolution compelling. They adore pathos. They congratulate themselves on their awareness and their strong stomachs. A little reality theory would put these dilettantes to flight. All the 'pitiful' and 'engaging' phenomena are not supposed to come home."
I have a Message for Horror Film Makers: If your film's opening sequence is completely silent, I will not feel a building sense of anticipation because I have already stopped the movie to check what's wrong with my speakers
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the grink was there. it didnt change anything but it still matters that the grink was there.
We need to bring up that Ursula K LeGuin quote about commodified fantasy more often. We need to be meaner.