Latest Posts by antigonedemoscovia - Page 4
I've said it before and I'll say it again but there's practically no reason to delineate between "binary" trans people and nonbinary trans people
So... chaotic academia actually???
Dark academia but instead of wearing blazers and reading classic novels, I’m wearing my pajamas and reading fanfiction til 4 am
I still hide you
in my poetry
Women>>>>>>>
Women in formal >>>>>
Anti-monarchist message layed out on Black mountain in Belfast for ‘king’ Charles, when he visited the city yesterday.
Artists who’ve gotten used to twitter are afraid tumblr won’t be as useful to them if they jump ship, but here’s the thing: twitter is only built for instant short-term gratification, and it severely limits what you can share anyway. You can only post one short paragraph and up to four images that get compressed to death, then at best get a burst of viral attention that lasts a day or two before their algorithm buries it forever and it’s forgotten immediately. On tumblr you can post a whole original article, story or multi-page comic. If you want it to get attention you just tag it every relevant thing you can think of and it stays pretty visible in those tags forever and ever. People interested in said tags follow them or routinely search them, scroll through and will see what you made even years later. Without an algorithm automatically flooding your dash with nonsense and without a “trending news” feature, it’s also practically effortless here on tumblr to avoid things you don’t want to see. If you don’t like a political topic, you just don’t search for it or follow people who post about it and you’re already significantly less likely to see it, just like that. If you really miss algorithmic content, tumblr mobile now has the “for you” section and has always had “based on your likes” options. This is absolutely the most comfortable and useful website for creators to network on as long as you understand its advantages!
Did u know. That u can put pasta inside a girl’s tummy and it will make her sososososo happy
It's alright but then "friend, please" by Twenty one pilots (2009) strikes back
you know when they kiss your palm as you hold their face? i want that so badly
maybe mediocrity isn’t wrong. maybe you don’t need to be the best at everything you do. maybe you don’t need to be the best at anything you do. it’s ok to simply do things because you enjoy doing them. its ok to not want to advance in your job. nothing has to be a competition. you don’t need to be better than anyone. you can do things just because they’re fun. you don’t need to read up on the history, and know everything about it. its ok to just exist. its ok.
when will it get better in a way that countssss why does trauma last so much longer than peaceee why is the world so endlessly cruel and unfairrrrr
oh my god im going fucking crazy *continues to live exactly the same*
Why can't they just like forgive the English? /sarcastic
The footage went viral and triggered a row about glorifying the IRA’s campaign during the Troubles that has left Ireland grappling with fraught questions about national identity, pride and history.
The controversy swelled when Celtic Symphony topped Ireland’s iTunes charts and people were filmed chanting the chorus at a Dublin airport pub.
Northern Ireland’s unionist leaders asked the taoiseach, Micheál Martin, to use his influence to curb the practice, calling it an affront to those injured and bereaved by the IRA. John Baron, a Conservative MP, told the House of Commons it marked a “low point” [sic] in relations between the UK and Ireland.[...]
The phenomenon coincides with the ascendance of Sinn Féin. Once an IRA mouthpiece with fringe support, it is now Ireland’s most popular party and appears poised to lead the next government.
A recent poll put combined support for Sinn Féin and smaller leftwing parties among people aged 18-34 at 73%. The party’s promise to fix a housing crisis and redistribute wealth has driven the surge, but many supporters also adopt the party’s defence of the IRA campaign. “As Sinn Féin grows, past violence is retrospectively endorsed,” one commentator, Newton Emerson, wrote in the Irish Times.
Opinion in Northern Ireland, where Sinn Féin has become the largest party, has shifted: in a recent poll, 69% of nationalist voters agreed with the party that there was “no alternative” to violent resistance during the Troubles – a reversal from 1998 when 70% of Catholics rejected republican justifications for violence.
21 Oct 22
That post about death note being “everyone’s first anime” (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science
Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?
alright somebody add the ‘you can excuse racism?’ meme
i do consider all of my mutuals to be experts in whatever it is they’re talking about in the moment btw. like you’re absolutely one hundred percent right. i’ve managed to find the only correct people on the internet.
That's why she's a 10
She’s a 10 but she’s protecting her heart
i said what i said
I’m a writer. This means that I only care about grammar when I’m working on my pieces or projects. Texts? Speaking? Random posts? There are no grammatically correct guarantees here.
If he’s your man then why is he MY thematic parallel
RIP Kurt Cobain you'd love Twenty One Pilots 2009 album lyrics
Я смотрю, как девочка в инстаграме пишет посты про любовь и танцы,
Постит в сторис ребёнка,
Цитаты,
Наряды,
Показывает всем своего мужа-иностранца
И удивляется, что после всего, что было, с ней никого особо и нет рядом,
Жалуется на мелкие проблемы,
На тревожный сон.
Она и меняет, как платья, всех, чьей ей не подошёл фасон,
Потому что она-то точно одна такая,
Незаменимая
И незаменённая,
Та самая девочка из “вокругшума” Касты —
Перед зеркалом в чёрном платьице.
Маленькая будущая разведёнка.
Мне говорят оставаться беспристрастной.
Прекрасно.
Смиренно слежу за развитием сериала:
У девочки под каблуками хрустят чужие позвоночники,
Позвоночки,
Какие-то истерики ночью,
Истории как всё достало,
А чтоб было таинственно — вечно неточно.
С ней никто не спорит, потому что бессмысленно спорить —
Воображариум девочки просто огромен.
Насколько всё плохо расскажут не сторис —
Склоки,
Делёж имущества,
Дома,
Ребёнка,
И напоследок — пост, как всё скоро кончится.
Я смотрю, как девочка в инстаграме
Убивает человека словами,
Растирает весь труд в порошок.
“Я прожил сегодняшний день,
Кому-нибудь было от этого хорошо?”
Бессердечная девочка,
Королева пепла,
Царица пыли.
Дура, что ты творишь?
Там же люди.
Они
Живые.
15.07 UTC+3
You wake up in the air.
You wake up on the last row.
You wake up with an ebook in your hand.
In general, you feel this trip like a distant memory. Separated from you. Even though its hard to recall the conditions so good if you have never experienced them. Wide aisles. Two-courses lunch. Indian half of the plane. Transit. Knees don't abut. Food on specific plates. Metall silverware.
3 hours 15 minutes left. 76% of the phone charge. The stewardess puts a glass of coxe on the table. Not a "cup", but a "glass". We took off two-minutes-to-hour ago.
Look back on the page of Fight Club just to see that the guy's flat exploded during the lunch. Book's in Englsih. As if I'm not fed up with the language after my school year. As if I'm not sick of it. Nervous nausea starts to lighten for the first time in four days.
You wake up on the ground.
You wake up in your bad.
You wake up with knot of hysteria in your stomach
Dad's watching second volume of Deadpool one seat aside from me. Outside it's -52.5° Celsius. I haven't learnt all the Fahrenheit, feet, pounds and value added for goods, which, depending on the state, ranges from 10 to 15 per cent of the price indicated on the price tag (excluding essential products and food in general). Mother's watching a something with Kate Blanchett. After all everything I've heard involuntarily about this actress I got sick after one mention of her.
I haven't slept well since the beginning of the exam week. It's 16 nights. I wake up every threeto four hours and can't calm myself for a long time. Critically insufficient for an organism in stress. Two hours fifty-eight minutes left till the first landing. "The duration of the flight is 4 hours 10 minutes". The Transatlantic twice longer. Girl in front of me is watching "Frozen 2" on Turkish with English subtitles. I worry about Elsa.
You wake up in a liminal space with no time or geotag.
It's 5 am in LA. Means that it's past eight at Godmother's. Good morning, you sleeping beauty! Screen in front of me shows that right now, 15.25 UTC+3, Mecca is on the left if one needs to address. Sore eyes -- adding the on-board-one, there were about five hours if sleep.
You fall asleep in the air.
You fall asleep on the last row.
You fall asleep with an ebook in your hand.
Do you ever think about how at peace Tollund Man looks and want to cry?
He was most likely a human sacrifice. He was hanged, a horrible, violent way to die, but he wasn’t scared, he didn’t care, because he was so sure that his death would mean something. The rope is still around his neck, his skin has visible lacerations from where it slowly killed him, but his eyes are so gently closed and he is smiling, relaxed, completely prepared for the reward of the next life.
I hope he made it there.
(@whydoeseverythinghurt are those my horror stories you asked for?)
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Кто-то прощает мужу любые обиды,
Кто-то придёт к любимой сквозь снег с клубникой,
А я просто зароюсь,
Как в землю,
В твой красный свитер.
Маленькая Антигона устала и хочет к Поленику.
["Говорят, они Этеокла с почётом отпели,
Фивы кланяются Креонту-государю...
Удивительно, как всё изменилось за две недели:
Рядом с этим человеком я не знаю, ради чего умираю."]
Голова на плечах -- это ценный груз,
Холодный разум -- клад из ила мутной реки;
К сожалению, у меня не хватает мезуз,
Чтобы развесить на все мои косяки:
Я пытаюсь всё сделать сама, но выходит паршиво.
Мне бы помощи,
Я не многорукий Шива.
[Когда лопнут трубы,
Буду греться о твои сообщения]
Скоро придут холода
И хилое отопление,
Мы будем сидеть,
Прижавшись друг к другу
Худыми боками --
Из другой культуры родня "леса" Мураками.
[Как одиночество -- донельзя откровенно]
Он мне клеит пластыри, лечит,
Целует разбитые колени,
Заплетает косы, обнимает за плечи,
Так что немудрено, что после такого ищешь только принца
[Или всё равно в принципе,
Я никого уже не люблю
И никому не рада]
Я не боюсь ничьих угроз,
И подачек мне ничьих не надо --
"Только рискни, я пожалуюсь брату!"
Боящаяся "неуда", но не грозы --
Глупая, слишком слабая недо-сын,
Плохо справляющаяся с любой задачей.
Мы понимаем друг друга не как вы -- иначе.
И как бы в итоге мы ни были смелы,
У нас ни удачливости Этеокла,
Ни красоты Исмены.
[Пожалуйста, только не уходи,
Без тебя моего мужества не хватит навечно!]
Если жить -- есть прижать все ценные вещи к груди
И прыгнуть на встречку,
То я прижимаю к сердцу твои тонкие руки.
[-- Он был плохим братом!
-- Не Вам рассуждать об этом!]
Если строить семью на развалинах -- это наука,
Мы в ней уже непризнанные эксперты.
Поддерживать, даже когда тебя не просили,
Показывать, что ты рядом, даже когда всё в огне --
Вот это понимание и сила,
Вот это настоящий gang,
Даже когда лицо разрывает брошенный острый камень,
Он держит мою руку; даже если мы выглядим дураками,
Он трясёт меня за плечи,
Взывает к чувствам отмороженным
[Кто из нас -- хуже чудовище?]
Мы плохо скроены,
Криво сложены,
Пахнущие средством моющим --
Лишь бы скрыть тот факт, что внутри давно уже склеп --
Собранные по кускам за счёт сюжетных скреп.
Мы встретимся снова,
Когда не будет печали;
Все боятся её, но ведь это исходное -- Смерть.
[Готовим сцену к началу]
Это история о маленькой Антигоне,
Которой сегодня предстоит умереть--