i’ve meditated on this emergency, seen romance in all the small joys, existed as a form of protest
and still my heart it shatters
breaks
cuts itself on the pieces
the poets tell me to focus on the little things when this world is too brutal to bear
the calling birds, changing leaves, love i find myself surrounded by
i wash my hair and go to farmers’ markets, hold my cats gently and sleep deeply
i even in my small ways labor to make this world a kinder place for us all
and yet none of it soothes my shredded soul
i don’t want to settle for the small!!!
already lost so much, haven’t really lost much at all just yet
standing on the precipice of the void;
all of us
how can i possibly reckon with the world ending around me?
how am i meant to stay motivated when ‘brighter things are coming’ sounds like a cruel lie?
to live a good life in spite of the bad?
how am i meant to believe in that?
what kind of world is it when the reason you give me to try and stay alive is itself grounded in the horrors?
i watch the world grow hotter, crueler, more expensive every day
no one’s thriving, no one’s even really getting by
the worst people in the world are the ones who run it
i will probably never have children because how could i live with myself?
asking them into a world i can hardly convince myself to stay in
‘life goes on,’ they tell me. ‘you can’t live in fear all the time’
i am, of course, living proof that you can
a life with everything handed to me and still the horrors threaten to overwhelm
i’m sitting in a first class cabin and the seawater on this sinking ship is at my neck nonetheless
haven’t felt safe since 14 since lockdown in a high school classroom
since i composed a text saying goodbye to my parents as the intruder alarm blared
i haven’t felt safe since 18 watching the entire world give up on me
watching this society shoot itself in the chest to spite its heart
since 22 trying desperately to find anything to believe in
the trees are beautiful and it breaks my heart
the birds, too
do the people who starve to death on the streets beneath them think so, too?
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The Northlander: The whole sect. What drives them to actually do these bad things?
Pascal Laugier: Fear of death. And knowing the Ultimate Secret. And that's something that could happen in real life. I mean, you know that when society is completely driven by the power of money, the power of the winners, you know? The power of capitalism, everything is possible. Everything is allowed, as soon as you pay for it. It's not worse than going to Asia and fuck some... you know, because you can afford it. It's not worse than... I don't know. Capitalism should allow that because it breaks all the taboos in the power of money so it's very, very possible that one day some people with a lot of money will try to break the last thing that makes us all the same, all equal, that is to say Death. That's an idea, and maybe it's a poetic idea but it's very connected to the world we are living in.
— headgeek, Northlander interviews MARTYRS' Pascal Laugier - and he spills about his HELLRAISER remake!!
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“If you have time to watch Netflix you have time for a side hustle” my side hustle is relaxing so that my body and brain can heal from by this nose-to-the-grindstone bullshit. I refuse to feel guilty for being a human with the need to relax sometimes. my side hustle is no.
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Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.
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stuck in the time loop but i just use it as a free day off. im not even trying to get out. i am teaching myself to knit. i am crocheting. i am cooking. not even doing anything crazy. just escaping capitalism for a week. day 375 and im not sure what lesson it's trying to teach but i've taught myself to handmake lace so all is well
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A Willy Wonka pop-up event in Glasgow had attendees calling the police after they paid £35 and the event didn’t deliver what was promised.
Event goers were promised a whimsical adventure all themed around something Willy Wonka might create in his factory.
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The keen-eyed amongst you might have noticed something a little bit…wrong.
Imagnation Lab. Encherining Entertainment. Catgacating. Live perforrmances. Cartchy tunes. Exarserdray lollipops. And my favourite “A pasadise of sweets teats”
But what did the event actually look like? WELL.
Feel like the marketing team got a bit carried away.
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