high king of all the worlds

I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive

i really dislike this pervasive idea amongst the pretentious that something being bad excludes it from being art in the first place. like, sorry, i believe all films are art. yeah even marvel movies yeah even dogshit comedies yeah even hallmark films. like this is the root of the “what is and isn’t art” debate it all comes down to people wanting to declare that things they dislike cannot possibly be art, once you remove that factor the answer to What Is Art becomes very simple. it’s what humans make

theres only two genders: she/her and it/its

you know, some men just self-report shit that shows they do no self-introspection

yknow its interesting how something can impact one demographic in a completely different way than everyone else. in the exorcist when the demon starts speaking in greek, to most people its creepy. but if youre greek and you suddenly start hearing the demon speak perfect fucking greek its genuinely the biggest scare of the movie. you just do not expect to ever hear your language in american movies so it catches you so badly off guard, it feels like the movie is talking directly to you

the first time my dad saw it, it was with his american friends. and when she started speaking greek he turned to one of them and was like "re malaka did you hear that in english?"