sandra cisneros, the house on mango street / tatyana nilovna yablonskaya - morning, 1954 / anatoly levitin- warm day, 1957 / harry sutton palmer - a cottage garden, 20th c. / phoebe bridgers, i know the end / sarah abraham - one fine morning, 2013 / theo gosselin - denver morning 5, 2015 / gaston bachelard, the poetics of space / federico zandomeneghi - in bed, 1878 / laura ingalls wilder /colley wisson- morning light kyneton australia, 21st c. / @gabi_wahl on instagram / lauren jolly roberts - cecile’s garden, 2006 / maya angelou, all god’s children need traveling shoes
tbh whenever white women speak on issues of imperialism it really becomes obvious that they have a vested interest - consciously or not - in imperialist projects and you can’t talk about how brown women are particularly at risk during wars and intense political turmoil without showing your racist asses by yourself singling out brown men bc guess what? marginalising them proves that you only see them as aggressors. when they aren’t they’re invisible to you, literally not even worth a footnote. there’s nothing disingenuous about pointing that out and you need to do some soul searching before women of colour take u seriously bc that’s their family members and friends and neighbours and community members you’re sidelining for your white saviour narrative… anyways what’s new in white imperialist feminism land anyways
translation from turkish
the guy: are you hungry? are you really hungry? didn’t they feed you in the street? you poor thing. let me give you something then. come. come. do you like spleen? it’s hematinic. (this sentence wasn’t the exact translation but it’s the best i can come up with) like this look. let me give you some spleen. this much. is this enough? get it.
this is so cute. I love the butcher chatting away and the cat responding, him pulling out a package of meat and showing it, just like he’s dealing with any customer.
one of those posts that makes me happy every time I see it
when I make a soup I cut all the vegetables into hearts it takes me longer but it makes the soup taste better
EVERY time i make soup i think abt this post and i finally buckled down and did it
oh man it gets me EVERY time
On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous—Ocean Vuong // On The Run II Tour Book—Beyoncé and JAY-Z // Ferris Bueller’s Day Off—dir. John Hughes // “Come into the Water”—Mitski // Jongens—dir. Mischa Kamp //“LAMB”—BROCKHAMPTON // Sunset conversations. Egypt. — @tanyushenka // Moonlight—dir. Barry Jenkins // “After Bombardment, Sonya”—Ilya Kaminsky // Benjamin—dir. Simon Amstell
“But sometimes no one said anything & I saw/him, the local paper boy on his route. His beanstalk frame/& fragile bicycle. & I knew: we would be so terribly/happy. Our work would be simple. Our kissing would rhyme/with cardiac arrest. Birds would overthrow the cathedral towers.” summer was forever by chen chen for @engulfes
“Throughout the day, partners would make requests for connection, what Gottman calls “bids.” For example, say that the husband is a bird enthusiast and notices a goldfinch fly across the yard. He might say to his wife, “Look at that beautiful bird outside!” He’s not just commenting on the bird here: he’s requesting a response from his wife—a sign of interest or support—hoping they’ll connect, however momentarily, over the bird.
The wife now has a choice. She can respond by either “turning toward” or “turning away” from her husband, as Gottman puts it. Though the bird-bid might seem minor and silly, it can actually reveal a lot about the health of the relationship. The husband thought the bird was important enough to bring it up in conversation and the question is whether his wife recognizes and respects that.
People who turned toward their partners in the study responded by engaging the bidder, showing interest and support in the bid. Those who didn’t—those who turned away—would not respond or respond minimally and continue doing whatever they were doing, like watching TV or reading the paper. Sometimes they would respond with overt hostility, saying something like, “Stop interrupting me, I’m reading.”
These bidding interactions had profound effects on marital well-being. Couples who had divorced after a six-year follow up had “turn-toward bids” 33 percent of the time. Only three in ten of their bids for emotional connection were met with intimacy. The couples who were still together after six years had “turn-toward bids” 87 percent of the time. Nine times out of ten, they were meeting their partner’s emotional needs.”
“Kindness… glues couples together. Research independent from theirs has shown that kindness (along with emotional stability) is the most important predictor of satisfaction and stability in a marriage. Kindness makes each partner feel cared for, understood, and validated—feel loved. “My bounty is as boundless as the sea,” says Shakespeare’s Juliet. “My love as deep; the more I give to thee, / The more I have, for both are infinite.” That’s how kindness works too: there’s a great deal of evidence showing the more someone receives or witnesses kindness, the more they will be kind themselves, which leads to upward spirals of love and generosity in a relationship.
There are two ways to think about kindness. You can think about it as a fixed trait: either you have it or you don’t. Or you could think of kindness as a muscle. In some people, that muscle is naturally stronger than in others, but it can grow stronger in everyone with exercise. Masters tend to think about kindness as a muscle. They know that they have to exercise it to keep it in shape. They know, in other words, that a good relationship requires sustained hard work.
“If your partner expresses a need,” explained Julie Gottman, “and you are tired, stressed, or distracted, then the generous spirit comes in when a partner makes a bid, and you still turn toward your partner.”
I dream of a home with a mango tree. Where there is patience and several different types of teas. I dream of a place that sustains. A place where giving is receiving and waves of gratitude wash over our pain. I dream of morning windows letting in another chance. Of tender hands softening rough edges with gentleness, and laughter painting the walls with dance. I dream of a hiding place where we find each other. Where our silent eyes meet and for once can say, you know me. You know me.
i love the word slumber for sleep.. it’s like a big brown bear. yeah i just fished a bunch of salmon out of the water with my bare (lol) hands and now i’m full and i’m gonna go lolloping over the mountain and curl up and take a nice little nap for myself honk shooo honk shoooo snork mimimimi etc etc et al
“A lot has happened since two years ago, the last time I was in court,” Spears said. “I don’t think I was heard on any level when I came to court last time.”
She then continued to detail that she was forced to do a 2018 tour, and forced to change her medication, among a long list of other grievances she said made her feel like a slave. “Not only did my family not do a goddamn thing, my dad was all for it,” said Spears.
“I’ve lied and told the whole world I’m okay and I’m happy,” Spears said, explaining that she was in denial. “If I said that enough, maybe I’d become happy. … I’m in shock. I’m traumatized. … I’m so angry it’s insane.”
Spears said she didn’t know she could petition to end the conservatorship, and that she was told she’d have to be evaluated again in order to do that.
“I’m scared of people. I don’t trust people with what I’ve been through,” says Spears of the idea of seeing another psychiatric specialist. “It’s not okay to force me to do anything I don’t want to do. … I truly believe this conservatorship is abusive. I don’t feel like I can live a full life.”
Spears says she wants to get married and have a baby, but she has an IUD and she can’t get permission to go to a doctor to have it taken out. She wants her boyfriend, actor Sam Asghari, to be able to drive her around town, and to dial back the amount of therapy she has to undergo each week. Spears also wants the therapist to come to her home, so that paparazzi can’t stake out the person’s office to take photos of her.
as you all know i am constantly losing my mind over the aeneid but now you can lose your mind over it with me because i made a uquiz where you can get assigned a line from the aeneid that turns me into a feral animal! take this quiz to hear me go apeshit over a poem from 2000 years ago
big shoutout to all the people who let me know theyve never read the aeneid but still left me nice comments. im kissing all of you on the mouth
thinking about fleetwood mac and how they actually sang songs about each other. and performed them. about how much they loved or hated each other like what the fuck how
I mean can you imagine. singing about how somebody broke your heart and they’re literally harmonizing. they’re right fucking there. they’re in touching distance. insanity! complete insanity! I would either break down crying or fully snap and break their neck
fucking. silver springs!!! ‘you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you!’ no fucking kidding he won’t stevie he’s literally behind you playing the drums! absolute madlads