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some of my favorite video essays

lady bird, fences, and why you don't need to forgive your parents

racebaiting, queerbaiting, colorism, featurism, and performative diversity

girlhood disrupted : the pseudo-maturtiy of traumatized girls in film

let's talk about the japanese school girl

the coraline bug theory

breaking down true womanhood & black girlhood in media

bill cipher : one fatal mistake

the philosophy of mob psycho 1000

why only goblins matter

soul eater : beneath the surface

perfect blue : the fear of yourself

the villain of edith finch

art vs the artist

how regular show saved cartoon network

big plotholes in reality

detroit : become human retrospective

[mrystudy]

ON DEATH, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION,

or: a few of my favourite poems about dying, being dead, & the ones who are left behind. some melancholic, some upbeat, some morbid, some euphemistic, some sombre, some tongue-in-cheek, some direct, some not, all good. in no particular order:

“on death, without exaggeration“, wisława szymborska (oh, it has its triumphs, / but look at its countless defeats, / missed blows, / and repeat attempts!)

“the suicide’s room”, wisława szymborska (a lamp, good for fighting the dark / a desk, and on the desk a wallet, some newspapers / carefree buddha and a worried christ / seven lucky elephants, a notebook in a drawer.)

“the letters of the dead”, wisława szymborska (poor dead, blindfolded dead, / gullible, fallible, pathetically prudent.)

(can you see that i’m very fond of wisława szymborska?)

“harlod’s leap”, stevie smith (it may have killed you / but it was a brave thing to do.)

“not waving but drowning”, stevie smith (i was much further out than you thought / and not waving but drowning)

“a meeting”, wendell berry (he has, / i know, gone long and far, / and yet he is the same / for the dead are changeless.)

“the dead”, billy collins (the dead are always looking down on us, they say)

“memory”, hayden carruth (my dear, / how could you have let this happen to you?)

“her long illness”, donald hall (daybreak until nightfall, / he sat by his wife at the hospital / while chemotherapy dripped / through the catheter into her heart.)

“this is a photograph of me”, margaret atwood (the photograph was taken / the day after i drowned.)

“owl song”, margaret atwood (i do not want revenge, i do not want expiation, / i only want to ask someone / how i was lost, / how i was lost)

“anne sexton’s last letter to god”, tracey herd (i have just lunched with an old friend / saying goodbye and something / ‘she couldn’t quite catch’.)

“ophelia’s confession”, tracey herd (i didn’t drown by accident. it was a suicide. / at least let me call my mind my own / even when my heart was gone beyond recall.)

“the promise”, marie howe (he looked at me as though he couldn’t speak, as if / there were a law against it, a membrane he couldn’t break.)

“aubade”, philip larkin (being brave / lets no one off the grave. / death is no different whined at than withstood.)

“lady lazarus”, sylvia plath (and i a smiling woman. / i am only thirty. / and like the cat i have nine times to die.)

“edge”, sylvia plath (her bare / feet seem to be saying: / we have come so far, it is over.)

“sylvia’s death”, anne sexton (what is your death / but an old belonging, / a mole that fell out / of one of your poems?)

“a curse against elegies”, anne sexton (also, i am tired of all the dead. / they refuse to listen)

“tomorrow they’ll cut me open”, anna swir (i have many powers in me. i can live, / i can run, dance and sing. / all of that is in me, but if need be, / i’ll walk away.)

“biology teacher”, zbigniew herbert (in the second year of the war / our biology teacher was killed / by history’s schoolyard bullies)

“dedication”, czesław miłosz (you whom i could not save / listen to me.)

“dirge without music”, edna st. vincent millay (they are gone. / they are gone to feed the roses.)

the rosie probert scene in “under milk wood”, dylan thomas (remember her. / she is forgetting. / the earth which filled her mouth / is vanishing from her.)

“do not go gentle into that good night”, dylan thomas (old age should burn and rave at close of day; / rage, rage against the dying of the light)

“a quoi bon dire?”, charlotte mew (and everybody thinks that you are dead, / but i.)

“myth”, natasha trethewey (you’ll be dead again tomorrow, / but in dreams you live. so i try taking / you back into morning.)

“i watched you disappear”, anya krugovoy silver (are you there? where? / are the others there, too?)

“i am asking you to come back home”, jo carson (my mamma used to say she could feel herself / runnin’ short of the breath of life. so can i. / and i am blessed tired of buryin’ things i love.)

“the night where you no longer live”, meghan o’rourke (was there gas station food / and was it a long trip)

“condolence”, dorothy parker (but i had smiled to think how you, the dead, / so curiously preoccupied and grave, / would laugh, could you have heard the things they said.)

“death at daybreak”, anne reeve aldrich (i shall pass dawn on her way to earth, / as i seek for a path through space.)

“fear no more the heat o’ the sun”, william shakespeare (golden lads and girls all must, / as chimney-sweepers, come to dust.)

“sonnet xciv”, pablo neruda (don’t call up my person. i am absent. / live in my absence as if in a house.)

“funeral blues”, w. h. auden (the stars are not wanted now; put out every one, / pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, / pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood)

“the drowned children”, louise glück (but death must come to them differently, / so close to the beginning.)

“because i could not stop for death”, emily dickinson (the carriage held but just ourselves – / and immortality.)

[mrystudy]

rewatched chicken run

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I couldn’t sleep until I drew this

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there is no love language softer than that of flowers and flower-giving :,)

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Some day I want to see a show that does the “no filler episodes” thing from the opposite direction. Just a whole season worth of low-stakes character pieces that seem to move the overall story absolutely nowhere, then episode 26 pulls all the triggers at once and this massive Rube Goldberg machine of a plot the show’s been quietly setting up in the background the whole time hits you like a truck.

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Bleach Text Posts - 15/?

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books coffee and tea <3

i’m definitely gonna do a christmasy study thing soon, mark my word

as always, credits to - pintrest & owners

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I do think scifi covers in the 70s/80s were superior

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Fall into my arms, rest your head on my chest and enjoy the music of my heart. I will make sure you are alright, dear.

1. Mitski / 2. Anne Carson / 3. Kovie Biakolo / 4. Cavetown / 5. Leo Buscaglia

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love letters to romania

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I think it's very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.

- o. wilde

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Hot take: Actual literary analysis requires at least as much skill as writing itself, with less obvious measures of whether or not you’re shit at it, and nobody is allowed to do any more god damn litcrit until they learn what the terms “show, don’t tell” and “pacing” mean.

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Just a progression of quotes that make me feel things about Xie Wang, nothing to see here

Lauren Eden // Hannibal, S2E10 // "Cat's Eye," by Margaret Atwood // "Dark Places," by Gillian Flynn // "Faulty," by Leila Chatti // "And My Father's Love Was Nothing Next to God's Will," by Amatullah Bourdon // “The Crucible,” by Arthur Miller //

[mrystudy]

Hot take: Actual literary analysis requires at least as much skill as writing itself, with less obvious measures of whether or not you’re shit at it, and nobody is allowed to do any more god damn litcrit until they learn what the terms “show, don’t tell” and “pacing” mean.