Post title is the OPs title. But, in the best possible way, it works for me as well. So I smilingly post this :)
If you need something to worship, then worship life — all life, every last crawling bit of it! We’re all in this beauty together!
It’s a magic day…First I get to ask Placebo a question on the #LLLTV webcast, and then my Placebo and Manics come by post, and then someone points me at this tumblr…Dune quotes ftw!
Friedrich Nietzsche, Untimely Meditations (via ludimagister)
This has always been one of my favourite Nietzsche writings, and I distinctly recall the moment I first read (and boldly underlined) this quote…
He said Star Trek is too “philosophical”? Screw that noise.
I don’t know when this interview happened but I AM SAD AND ANGRY NOW
The philosophies in Star Trek are kinda part of the actual setting. If you don’t get that, why are you allowed to make Star Trek movies.
Sigh. The whole point of Star Trek is that it’s philosophical. If you don’t want philosophical Science Fiction, there’s plenty of that for you to enjoy, but Star Trek is philosophical. Philosophy is part of Star Trek’s DNA, and if you’re given the captain’s chair, you’d better damn well respect that.
A friend who bleeds is better?
Placebo [Pure Morning] | Sherlock [The Reichenbach Fall]
I’m glad I’m not the only one who drew the parallel whilst watching…brilliant!
And then I debated whether or not to put it on Tumblr…but I decided it was important. Because in my own way, I can (unfortunately) point out exactly what is wrong with men when they don’t realize how hard it is to be a woman. How we do not have equal opportunities and freedoms in everyday life….
Suddenly, feeling less bad about the things that keep causing me to start stories with, “I’m grateful I’m pretty, but sometimes…” And also feeling grateful that my worst stories, whilst similar, aren’t regular occurrences. (And you ought to feel grateful that I’m choosing not to write my own whole long post on this, cos there’s one circling my brain….)
Swept Away | Elle US May 2008
Shalom Harlow by Matthew Brooks
Jean Paul Gaultier | Spring 2008 RTW
I found a new hobby.
And this is why the world is safer when I don’t have a social life. I am so, so in favour of this….
The file name tells me it was grabbed from tumblr before it was posted to Reddit. That’s as far as I can get in my attempt to give credit where it’s due. Also, I know what sign I’d need to make if I went to counter-protest WBC. Heh.
If You Leave / Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
Yep. I won’t play with the sparkly vampires, but always Team Ducky (and Team Watts, which fortunately is a happy ending movie). There was never a moment in my life, not even when I was a wee girl catching this incidentally on someone else’s TV, that I was a proponent of anyone but Ducky (and Watts). And I think it shows in my life, doesn’t it?
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
Weigh in: Is this art? Are his words an outpouring of poetic sadness, or is it just raw emotion? Does art need the intent of being art to be art?
A question I ponder regularly in regards to my own art and that of those I know. I’m not sure this is a question suited for multiple choice. More of an essay question, dependent upon the particulars of each situation. Yes? (Either way, to me, this is moving and beautiful and does to me what art does to me. I’m inclined to categorise it as accidental art…)
IRL RAGEQUIT FTW.
It could only have been better if it somehow involved the card with my picture on it…(If you click through, you can watch the actual video—with audio—from which the gif was made…)
Don’t like smart girls? Don’t like strong girls? Go find a dumb weakling and let the smart, strong girls keep rocking their beautiful selves!