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privacy is the last true luxury. to be able to live your life as you choose without having everyone comment on it or know about it.
“imagine caring so much about fiction” imagine being so lame that you scoff at the timeless human practice of falling in love with art and stories





Jed portrayed the shapeshifting alien taking the form of a Norwegian dog in John Carpenter’s The Thing (1982). Jed was half-wolf, half Alaskan Malamute, and according to Carpenter, was an excellent animal actor—after becoming familiar with the cast and crew, he would not look at the camera, crew, or dolly during scenes. Jed’s quiet manner perfectly reflected the alien’s unsettling nature. Jed would go on to act in a few other movies, and lived on his trainer Clint Rowe’s animal sanctuary until his death at age eighteen—quite old for a dog of his breed.
My boyfriend didn’t go to university until he was 28 because he didn’t feel anywhere near ready when he was 18. He graduated with first-class honours, went on to do a Masters, and is now a history teacher. It’s so much more important to do things when you’re able to fully commit to them and do them to the best of your ability than to rush to do them by an imaginary deadline.
Wish I was a late bronze age girl
I would have my homeland invaded by the sea peoples. I would be lain siege to by the sea peoples. My cities would be sacked by the sea peoples. I would make bronze tools and pottery. My shores would be invaded by the mysterious sea peoples. I would be mustering my armies to fend off the sea peoples.

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My favorite owls that I’ve encountered are roosting here.

Woman has ovaries and a uterus; such are the particular conditions that lock her in her subjectivity; some even say she thinks with her hormones. Man vainly forgets that his anatomy also contains hormones and testicles. He grasps his body as a direct and normal link with the world that he believes he apprehends in all objectivity, whereas he considers woman's body an obstacle, a prison, burdened by everything that particularizes it.
Simone De Beauvoir, The Second Sex, 1949







The arrival of her son signified a momentous change in Margaret’s outlook, for no longer was her own future her sole consideration – her decisions would affect the course of Henry’s life too, and that made them of even greater import. Though he had his uncle Jasper, she considered that another male figure who could offer protection in the uncertain political climate was essential. Margaret recognized that in order to safeguard Henry’s interests she needed an ally and protector, and the way to obtain one was through marriage. (…) The level of Margaret’s own involvement in her marital arrangements is extraordinary, considering her youth and all that she had been through in so short a space of time. Henry’s birth had had a profound impact on her, imbuing her with a new sense of purpose. The experience of childbirth in a land full of political unrest forced Margaret to grow up quickly, and she emerged as a stronger and more determined character who would put her son’s interests above all else. Henry’s future wellbeing then, was the motivation that drove her when considering her marital arrangements. (…) That she chose to undertake it is a testament to her own insistence on being involved in the negotiations concerning her future. [x]

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After that terrible Sunday at Shiloh, I started out to find [General] Grant and see how we were to get across the river. It was pouring rain and pitch dark, there was considerable confusion, and the only thing just then possible as it seemed to me, was to put the river between us and the enemy and recuperate. Full of only this idea, I ploughed around in the mud until at last I found him standing backed up against a wet tree, his hat well slouched down and coat pulled up around his ears, an old tin lantern in his hand, the rain pelting on us both, and the inevitable cigar glowing between his teeth, having retired, evidently, for the night. Some wise and sudden instinct impelled me to a more cautious and less impulsive proposition than at first intended, and I opened up with, "Well Grant, we've had the devil's own day, haven't we?" "Yes," he said, with a short, sharp puff of the cigar; "lick 'em tomorrow, though."
-- General William Tecumseh Sherman, on General Ulysses S. Grant after the first day of the Civil War's Battle of Shiloh in 1862, as told to the Washington Post (published May 17, 1891).
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literally though if you feel like your life is slipping through your fingers and every day goes too fast… try doing hard things, not just taking the easy route, like reading and making art and exercising and cooking a meal from scratch and journaling, doing these things without distraction, without being absorbed on a screen… the time will stretch and you’ll be reminded that life is long and beautiful if you make it so.
