Of what secret lights are we made?
Of what densities?
Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts
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“Ring the bells that still can ring / Forget your perfect offering / There is a crack / a crack in everything / That's how the light gets in”
From Anthem by Leonard Coven
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Eat the food that I made for you.
Sit comfortably in my warm home, in the glow of my candles.
Drink the wine I have offered.
Look upon me and notice that I have blood beneath my skin like anyone. Notice how my hair curls upwards out of any binding, refusing to be restrained.
And notice that my eyes are dark but still reflect a light of hope.
Watch my children laugh, dance, sing, and grow into beacons of hope in the darkness. Watch as they build fires and welcome people in to warm themselves in winter. Watch as they lead their people in song and dance barefoot in the grass in summer. as they grow to nurture others the same way I do for them. And know
We are human beings. We are unapologetic about who we are. We will love fiercely and our hope will not be extinguished. We will live. We are alive. We will outlive any force that seeks our destruction.
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We are near, Lord,
near and graspable.
Grasped already, Lord,
clawed into each other, as if
each of our bodies was
your body, Lord.
Pray, Lord,
pray to us,
we are near.
Windbent we went there,
we went there to bend down
over crater and maar.
To the trough we went, Lord.
It was blood, it was
what you spilled, Lord.
It shone.
It cast your image into our eyes, Lord.
Eyes and mouths gape, so open and empty, Lord.
We have drunk, Lord.
The blood and the image that was in the blood, Lord.
Pray, Lord.
We are near.
– Paul Celan, "Tenebrae", trans. Pierre Joris
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There is a god for broken people - Roxane Gay
This is the god for the second rate, the one who waylays you at the party, plies you with bourbon, fucks you in the kitchen, makes you walk home in the rain. This god shines in the run off. This god hustles the night. This god mines the maimed, culls emotional cripples off the top like cream. This god is a shape-shifter, a dumpster diver, the god who loiters at the corner of Dolorosa & Despair. This god drinks alone. The god for broken people trolls the city for discards, marries the exploited with the lost. This god sweeps up the miscreants, gusts their darkness into night. This is the god of no hope. No money. This god has your back when you backslide. This god bets on you to fail, hides in your broken places. This god is willing to wait. When you’re ready to surrender, remember: this is your last, best chance. This god will not stick by you, won’t give you false hope. This god will kill you. Or save you. Choose.
—Alexis Rhône Fancher, “The God for Broken People” (San Pedro River Review, 2019)
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Etymology of the word Fractal: to Break
"never-ending pattern," 1975, from French fractal, ultimately from Latin fractus "interrupted, irregular," literally "broken," past participle of frangere "to break" (from PIE root *bhreg- "to break"). Coined by French mathematician Benoit Mandelbrot (1924-2010) in "Les Objets Fractals."
Many important spatial patterns of Nature are either irregular or fragmented to such an extreme degree that ... classical geometry ... is hardly of any help in describing their form. ... I hope to show that it is possible in many cases to remedy this absence of geometric representation by using a family of shapes I propose to call fractals — or fractal sets. [Mandelbrot, "Fractals," 1977]
The term was suggested earlier in Mandelbrot's 1967 book, "How Long is the Coast of Britain -- Statistical Self-Similarity and Fractional Dimension."
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[ID: a digital comic in two panels featuring bungou stray dogs characters. the first shows atsushi banging open a door and shouting, dazai-san! are you oka- the second shows a shot from the anime where chuuya is holding dazai against a wall by his neck. the text reads, homoerotic atmosphere, and four squares with text point out whats happening. they read, casual hand in pocket, chokehold, knife, and lastly um... followed by two sweat drops pointing at chuuya's knee between dazai's legs. a tiny panel in the corner shows atsushi covering his eyes with his tiger paws and blushing as he says, i'm sorry... end ID]
come here. crack open the canon with me for a minute. consider. what if atsushi hadn't listened to everyone telling him dazai would be fine and left to save him only to witness whatever the fuck was going on in that cellar. consider the bit.
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anyone else have multiple traumatic memories associated specifically with holidays/family vacations? because that is a topic I never see discussed in all the So You Had A Shitty Childhood, Now What? self-help books i've been reading. but for me, it was a significant thing. and the more i think about it the more it seems like this would be an (unfortunately) common experience. would be grateful to hear if this matches other peoples' experiences...
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these 2 dragging sniper out of isolation to come hang
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Isabelle Young. Ocean Space. October 2021
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mfw i’m only 16 and have single-handedly made several of the most powerful cultivators cry simply by calling them stupid and telling a few “yo mama” jokes without any repercussions from the elders of my own clan who let me do/say whatever the hell i want because they’ve given up on trying to stop me
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i had a dream that this meme existed with them and i had to make it please take it
matching icons for you and your *reads crumpled up note tossed in my direction* WIFE???
free to use these as pfp just like + credit pretty please or ill bite
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Broke: "Dick Grayson was upset at a new kid taking over his mantle because he doesn't think Jason will be good enough as Robin"
Woke: "Dick is upset at Jason, not because he's suddenly taking over the mantle he created, but because Jason isn't nearly feral enough of a child to drive Bruce insane in Dick's place"
Dick: You wanna be my successor? Go swing from that chandelier right now.
Jason:
Dick: As a matter of fact, I need to see you crawling all over the walls. Make a ruckus, break some furniture
Jason: But Bruce-
Dick: SCREW Bruce. Your job as my new brother is to make his life HELL. Why are you so polite? Why are you so calm? Where's your DRIVE, your PASSION, huh? You may be worthy of the title of Robin, but are you WORTHY of being my disaster brother?
Jason, a little scared: I dont-
Dick, scoffing: The youth these days just don't rebel like they used to.
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Gotta say, really love the little touch in the newest Barbie trailer where Barbie jumps back from the cold shower water even though there isn't any water
Because the water's pretend
Because the Barbie dream house doesn't actually have running water
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Let this be the last time.
Let this be
the last time we wake, and still
the wrens would nest,
the lilacs climb, the moonflowers open
at evening.
That was why he came: to show
the children stumbling from their slumber,
the mourners kneeling by the gravesides,
the lovers reaching, alone, for the empty
sheets, that everything, everything
is no one's, that our one work,
wholly, is to open,
and that nothing in this thirst-world
isn't broken
or needs to come again to be divine.
– Joseph Fasano, "Lines for Easter in a Dark Time"
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