20. Canadian. Lover of art & history & literature & tea & feminism & media & space & magic & world domination.
"I am interested in something different. I love colors like goddesses. Each one must be honored and a place set for her at the christening of each canvas, even if she chooses not to attend; especially then. I love form like the shifting earth: its lap, its curves, its familiar kiss."
-Marry Cassatt, After Destroying the Letters Of Edgar Degas
TOM PARIS READING ABOUT AN ANCIENT TERRAN TECHNOLOGY CALLED “SNAPCHAT”
VORIK SNAPPING PICTURES OF B’ELANNA YELLING AT HIM AND ADDING “illogical” TO EVERY ONE
VORIK’S STORY BEING LIKE 323 SECONDS LONG OF JUST SNAPS OF B’ELANNA LOOKING LIKE SHE’S GOING TO KILL HIM
VORIK AND TOM PARIS SENDING EACHOTHER SAID SNAPS FOR COMPARISON AND POSSIBLE COMPETITION
VOYAGER AND SNAP CHAT
I’M SORRY BUT THIS WAS TOO GREAT I HAD TO
THIS IS THE GREATEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I AM SO HAPPY THANK YOU
THIS IS SO GREAT LOOK AT THIS
I’ve got 99 problems and 98 of them can be attributed to poor time management and self control.
MY GRANDMA GOT ALL A’S IN “ETIQUETTE” (YES THAT WAS AN ACTUAL CLASS IN HER HIGH SCHOOL) AND SHE TOLD ME, “DEAR,” SHE SAID,
“YOU NEVER CROSS YOUR LEGS, YOU CROSS YOUR ANKLES. BUT THE GREAT THING ABOUT YOU LIVING IN THIS GENERATION IS YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW MY GENERATION’S RULES. SIT THE WAY YOU WANT. IF SOMEONE LOOKS UP YOUR SKIRT, JUST TELL THEM YOUR AUNT MARY WILL KILL THEM.”
WHICH IS TRUE
MY AUNT MARY HAD A SWITCHBLADE IN A SPECIAL POCKET OF HER NIGHTGOWN UNTIL THE DAY SHE DIED
the moral of this story is
1. Sit the way you want.
2. My great aunt Mary was a fucking badass.
The ability to forgive oneself. Stop here for a few breaths and think about this, because it is the key to making art and very possibly the key to finding any semblance of happiness in life. Every time I have set out to translate the book (or story, or hopelessly long essay) that exists in such brilliant detail on the big screen of my limbic system onto a piece of paper (which, let’s face it, was once a towering tree crowned with leaves and a home to birds), I grieve for my own lack of talent and intelligence. Every. Single. Time. Were I smarter, more gifted, I could pin down a closer facsimile of the wonders I see. I believe that, more than anything else, this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers. Forgiveness, therefore, is key. I can’t write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. Again and again throughout the course of my life I will forgive myself." — In her beautiful meditation on the writing life, Ann Patchett adds to our ongoing archive of wisdom on writing. Pair with Patchett’s advice to graduates on writing and life. (via explore-blog)
The incredibly intricate and captivating custom animal sculptures by Creatures From El, Ellen June.
Instead of waiting in her tower, Rapunzel slices off her long, golden hair with a carving knife, and then uses it to climb down to freedom.
Just as she’s about to take the poison apple, Snow White sees the familiar wicked glow in the old lady’s eyes, and slashes the evil queen’s throat with a pair of sewing scissors.
Cinderella refuses everything but the glass slippers from her fairy godmother, crushes her stepmother’s windpipe under her heel, and the Prince falls madly in love with the mysterious girl who dons rags and blood-stained slippers.
Persephone goes adventuring with weapons hidden under her dress.
Persephone climbs into the gaping chasm.
Or, Persephone uses her hands to carve a hole down to hell.
In none of these versions is Persephone’s body violated unless she asks Hades to hold her down with his horse-whips.
Not once does she hold out on eating the pomegranate, instead biting into it eagerly and relishing the juice running down her chin, staining it red.
In some of the stories, Hades never appears and Persephone rules the underworld with a crown of her own making.
In all of them, it is widely known that the name Persephone means Bringer of Destruction.
Red Riding Hood marches from her grandmother’s house with a bloody wolf pelt.
Medusa rights the wrongs that have been done to her.
Eurydice breaks every muscle in her arms climbing out of the land of the dead.
Girls are allowed to think dark thoughts, and be dark things.
Instead of the dragon, it’s the princess with claws and fiery breath
who smashes her way from the confines of her castle
and swallows men whole.
Handmade crowns by Elemental Child.