This blog is mostly filled with whatever catches my eye at the moment. Also a lot of arguing. And Doctor Who. Every now and then I might post a poem or something I've written, but I haven't in ages so don't count on it.
Seriously, cannot get a word out. I need to impress upon everyone just how HORRIFYING this is for me. Every time I get sick, I lose my voice to some degree. And it’s horrible every time.
And for some reason, the times when I lose my voice are times when I actually NEED my voice. Like today, I really need to return my rented textbooks to the bookstore. A transaction that requires vocalization on my part. I mean, I can put it off until tomorrow if I really need to, without too much trouble. But I’ve also been involved in almost endless conversations today, because people for some reason keep fucking talking to me. I try to impress upon them that I really can’t speak, and maybe manage to successfully make a few sounds to establish that actual words are outside of my capabilities for the day, but then they keep talking to me. And actually expect me to answer. What?
Oh, and it’s finals week, and both my psych exams are today. I survived the first and feel pretty okay about it (surprisingly), but my other one is in an hour and holy shit am I not prepared for it. Whatever the fuck kind of illness I’ve had- I’m guessing some kind of flu, given some of my symptoms, it knocked me on my fucking ass. In a way that illnesses rarely manage. I barely had any lucid moments over the weekend and the times I was focused enough to accomplish something, I had to spend that time working on a huge paper that’s due tomorrow afternoon. A paper which I still haven’t finished. Today’s the first day I’ve felt like I’m capable of functioning on any meaningful level. I’m pretty much fucked as far as this paper goes, and this next exam. meh.
And, to repeat, I can’t even fucking speak. That bothers me so much.
Reblogged from waywardvictorianconfessions
The whole “Platonic Friends” thing makes me want to vomit
For the love of God, why? Seriously- someone please fucking explain to me. I have been seeing so much discontent about this Platonic Friends thing, and not a single coherent reason as to why.
You can’t really dislike it, seeing as nothing’s really come of it yet. So you can’t have an issue with the content.
You can’t just be pissy because EA’s having some fun (and possibly sex- who knows) with Marc, because if you do, then you can go fuck yourself. You don’t get to dictate who a person is friends (or more than friends) with.
If you’re so wound up about it because it’s a deviation from EA’s asylum theme, or because you think of Marc as some kind of ‘interloper’ forcing his way into your precious Asylum, then you’re selfish. And frankly, maybe EA needs something outside of her fucked-up little Asylum world for a while. Maybe it’ll help her creativity, because if we’re being honest here, EA is at the stage where her solution for needing new costumes is basically ‘throw more glitter on them’ and she’s writing songs about a book about a thing she already wrote songs about. It’s like some kind of creativity-circle-jerk where nothing really ‘new’ is coming out of anything she’s doing. And frankly, since this ‘it’s not the Asylum!’ complaint, or some variant of it, is the one I’m most commonly seeing, I’m guessing it’s a pretty fair bet that the confessor belongs to this camp.
So really. Someone. Give me some sort of rational reason as to why you’ve got such an issue with this Platonic Friends thing. Because so far, no one has.
Reblogged from asylum-ringmaster
“La Belle Dame sans Merci” by Frank Dicksee, 1902
This picture is fascinating to me because of its portrayal of a powerful female character who doesn’t fall into any of the typical modern ‘Strong Female Character’ cliches.
The woman is the powerful, sexually assertive and threatening figure here, while the man is the more passive figure, visibly vulnerable to her. However, this portrayal of a woman as assertive and powerful doesn’t rely either on sexualizing her or on presenting that power in masculine ways.
This Belle Dame is traditionally feminine, drawn in flowing lines and curves. She is sexually assertive but not sexualized. The man is armed, masculine, stiff and drawn in straight, square lines - all stereotypically masculine, but his body language and expression make it obvious that he is the submissive and less powerful party here. His vulnerability is not expressed by de-masculinizing him, just as her power is not shown by making her any less feminine.
Some modern artists could stand to take lessons from Mr Dicksee.
The way her small hands grip that warhorse’s reins with such perfect strength and control never ceases to amaze me.
Reblogged from asylum-ringmaster
People Magazine’s review on ‘The Great Gatsby’
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Reblogged from theglassmenageriesecrets
i was going to the bathroom when
i’ve been staring at this for like five minutes and i can’t figure out if that’s a toilet or some kind of sink with a lid
it looks like a speedboat
it’s an ass sink
so no one is going to talk about the cat in the ass sink or what
OH SHIT THERE IS A CAT IN THERE
Neither, it looks like a bidet (pronounced beeday) to me