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reviendrais:

When Hades decided he loved this girl
he built for her a duplicate of earth,
everything the same, down to the meadow,
but with a bed added.

Everything the same, including sunlight,
because it would be hard on a young girl
to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness

Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night,
first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.
Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.
Let Persephone get used to it slowly.
In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting.

A replica of earth
except there was love here.
Doesn’t everyone want love?

He waited many years,
building a world, watching
Persephone in the meadow.
Persephone, a smeller, a taster.
If you have one appetite, he thought,
you have them all.

Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night
the beloved body, compass, polestar,
to hear the quiet breathing that says
I am alive, that means also
you are alive, because you hear me,
you are here with me. And when one turns,
the other turns—

That’s what he felt, the lord of darkness,
looking at the world he had
constructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mind
that there’d be no more smelling here,
certainly no more eating.

Guilt? Terror? The fear of love?
These things he couldn’t imagine;
no lover ever imagines them.

He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.
First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden.
In the end, he decides to name it
Persephone’s Girlhood.

A soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.
He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you

but he thinks
this is a lie, so he says in the end
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.

— “A Myth of Devotion,” Louise Glück (via commovente)


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kinpunshou:

so this morning i was playing with the slow-mo mode on my phone, hoping to get a majestic vid of a bumblebee taking off
but instead i found this dumbfuck

kinpunshou:

so this morning i was playing with the slow-mo mode on my phone, hoping to get a majestic vid of a bumblebee taking off

but instead i found this dumbfuck


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I’m not angry at men. I AM angry at sexism, patriarchy, rape culture and gender-based social inequality. Aren’t you?

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abandonedography:

There’s something particularly eerie about an abandoned shopping mall. Perhaps it’s the stark contrast from its intended purpose: to see such a sterile place once designed to entice throngs of shoppers into its doors, now so completely devoid of any human life, dilapidated and darkened with time. It’s basically the very definition of post-apocalyptic. But in the case of the (now ironically named) New World shopping mall in Bangkok, Thailand, abandonment by humans doesn’t equate with lifelessness. The mall, which reportedly caught fire in 1999 (rumored to be arson by a competitor), has since flooded with several feet of water and become a paradise for koi and catfish.

As seen in these photos from chef / travel writer Jesse Rockwell, the resulting “urban aquarium” is at once delightful and surreal. Rockwell writes on his travel, photography, and food blog A Taste of The Road that someone deliberately introduced the fish (to probably reduce mosquitoes) into the vacant mall, but that locals in Bangkok’s old town “discourage people from visiting it.” He says he had to wait for a policeman to leave before entering, which makes his resulting images all the more breathtaking. (via The Verge)


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lustik:

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Tara Donovan Mimics Nature with the Mundane

To see more of Donovan’s work, explore the Pace Gallery location page and browse the #TaraDonovan hashtag.

The American artist Tara Donovan’s latest exhibition—on display through August 15 at Pace Gallery (@pacegallery) in New York City—consists of eight massive stalagmites constructed entirely from millions of glued-together index cards.

Donovan, whose critically-acclaimed work earned her the prestigious MacArthur Fellowship in 2008, challenges perceived distinctions between natural and artificial. By building large, organically shaped structures with everyday manmade materials like drinking straws, toothpicks and styrofoam cups, she forces viewers to reconsider the difference between the majestic and the mundane.


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staininyourbrain:

you can sit around and discuss how you can be feminine and a feminist all day if you want, that’s not changing the fact that women who don’t wear make up are statistically less likely to get hired in comparison to women who do.

nothing that women do is outside the realm of patriarchal social conditioning. none of our choices exist outside of what we are groomed to believe is “right” for women to choose, act, and behave. 

if your feminism doesn’t critique systems of power that are still in place, no matter how much you enjoy, benefit from, or “choose” them it is not actually accomplishing anything.

all you’re doing is becoming more and more complicit in your own oppression. if that’s what you want to do, whatever. but leave me the fuck outta it.

That being said, survival (or getting to a place where you will be listened to) still often leaves only complying with the system.


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Production DesignThe Fall (2006)

by Ged Clarke