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him: you better not compress down to your Schwarzschild radius tonight

me by 9pm: 

I believe authors should be cryptic and unhelpful in the interpretation of their own work or even act like they’re dead and never comment on it ever

Happiness Will Come To You.

btw you can use whatever gender seasonings you want. paint your nails, wear breast forms, wear a binder, pack, tuck, dress however you want, whatever. you are adding ingredients to your gender soup.

Promises of Gold, José Olivarez

the bisexuals are normal till the man with long hair shows up then they lose it

the moon looks beautiful today

[23:44]

love when creatures sniff your hand and are like. ah understood

i am doomed by the narrative. ignore that i am also the author of the narrative

i got bored here’s a comprehensive list of my favourite facts about some of the irl authors from bsd :D

- chuuya and ango got into an argument and were going to duel, but the duel was cancelled due to chuuyas height

- chuuya, though 5”3 in bsd, was 4”9 irl 😢 heartbreaking </3 KDHSJS

- chuuya was an aggressive drunk and akutagawa got drunk after literally a sip of cider </3

- skk FULLY hated each other, they once had a conversation where chuuya asked dazai his favourite flower to which dazai, sobbing, responded peach flower

- when dazai and chuuya worked together for a literary magazine and it flopped dazai said it was because he worked with chuuya LFKAHMS

- dazai at one point though did have a lot of respect for chuuya however !

- yosano and mori were actually rlly close friends to the point that yosano asked mori to name her twins for her :”]

- haruki murakami (author of kafka on the shore, norwegian woods, etc) is the grandson of kunikida . DKKJFSNNIY_}>$++

- akutagawa was a maths tutor. dots.

- dazai and akutagawa might’ve been bisexual !!!

- dazai wanted to win the akutagawa award (very prestigious prize for literature) so badly he wrote a letter that was 4”1 in length to haruo sati (dazais mentor and judge of the award) begging to win the award

- when he didn’t win it, he sent another letter to kawabata (if i’m not mistaken) later saying, quote, “i’ll stab him”

- Rimbaud considered his mother the 'mother of darkness' and when he and his sister passed, she lay herself to rest in between them (whilst they were still alive) to, quote, see how it felt HFDJKS

- ango got suspended from his school for punching a teacher in the face and for (allegedly) making a 2 foot tall snow statue of a dick outside his school when he was 15

- oda loved curry so much that when he died a quote came about saying “when a tiger dies, it leaves it’s skin behind; when oda died, he left curry rice behind”

- lupin is a real bar that still exists in ginza, japan, that dazai oda and ango did regularly visit :”]]]]

hope u enjoyed !! i got most of these facts from the bsd bibliophile, bungo to alchemist wiki and twitter :D god i lvoe literature MDHSJS

“How sad it is, That someone with a life barely lived. Is ready to die.”

— Philippa A. Madsen (via wnq-writers)

Pale Blue Dot

Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us.

On it, everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives.

The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there –on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena.

Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.

Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

–Carl Sagan's Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

ll Earth seen from about 3.7 billion miles away l Voyager 1 l 1990

does anyone else have "I can't forgive you, but I trust you" living in their heads rent free or is that just me

you gotta be as gay as possible on the computer otherwise alan turing died for nothing

Btw if we're mutuals and you feel like you always have to start the conversation I'm really sorry, my ADHD means I'm really bad at keeping track of people that aren't literally in front of me so it's very hard for me to keep up with Internet friends, even the ones I love the most cuz I'm either like "oh I wonder how they're doing?" and then do nothing about it or I'm like "oh so and so is messaging me yay! I wonder what's happened in the couple days since we last spoke!!" and they're like "so how was your summer" and I'm like "what?" and the last time we spoke was April.

Tl:dr; please don't read my lack of initiation as lack of caring, I'm just very bad at friendship maintenance skills like time management and task initiation

If Will dies first, it is obvious Hannibal would cannibalize Will’s flesh. Hannibal mourned Mischa by eating her, and he would do the same for Will; to consume and eat and incorporate is part of grieving. But what would Hannibal do with Will’s bones? He’d eat the marrow, maybe make soup from them, but what of the calcified parts that remain, the parts that can’t be eaten?

I don’t really see him just keeping them around or displaying them, something stagnant and to be ogled. Burying them in the family plot in Lithuania makes sense because Will is family, but it also requires Hannibal to go back to a place he can’t go. Hannibal could cremate the bones, but then what? Spreading the ashes doesn’t seem like something he would do; he can’t know what happens to them. Keeping Will in an urn on his desk or a shelf also feels out of character, a memory collecting dust.

What if Hannibal had Will’s ashes pressed into pencil lead? There are ways to compress ashes into something that could be written with or drawn. What if Hannibal draws Will with his own ashes, commemorating him in a completed cycle. Sketching the man with his own remains. Remembering Will as he saw him, recreating moments they shared from Hannibal’s mind palace. Having Will live forever in depictions of himself. Hannibal would never be truly left behind. And Hannibal would sharpen the pencils as he always had; he isn’t unfamiliar with taking a blade to Will. Shaving off a layer but keeping him sharp.

Displaying and keeping art made from Will’s ashes would mean so much more than a reconstructed skeleton or an urn on a shelf or a plot that would become overgrown with weeds. He could draw Will in motion, alive, as he wished to remember him, and create moments and memories they didn’t get to experience together.

i just have a soft spot for creatures that have no right to exist. robots with no empathy and a shortened lifespan. vampires who can't survive without killing others. parasites who possess a body and discover the joys of being human. a person created by the unwilling fusion of two other people. idk it just hits me every time

I'm dostoevski's ridiculous man

The best way to a man’s heart is through the fifth left intercostal space at the midclavicular line

Similar vibes

Gender is confusing, but:

I am a mix between Harry and Rosie from mamma mia, and I think that says a lot

I can't believe foxes are dogs. I mean. They're foxes. They are feline-like fluffye doggos that make a weird sound. They're the third gender. Cats, dogs and foxes.

did i tell u guys i got into an argument on twitter bc i said foxes are dogs and someone tried to bring up their actual fuckin. classification or whatever and i just said “foxes are dogs cause they are fluffye” and they kept arguing with me. the entire time i was like “you will not survive the immigration to tumblr you are lucky we are not there right now”

Turning a Powerful Black Hole Collision into a Beautiful Symphony

(phys.org)

Jōichi Hoshi, The Milky Way Rhapsody (1970)

Sonification of the Cosmic Cliffs in the Carina Nebula, captured by NASA’s Webb Telescope (sound on).

Laura Gilpin, "A Toast to the Alchemists", The Hocus Pocus of the Universe

<Reblog to get a sword.> o()xxx[{::::::::::::::::::::::::::::>

this website lets you listen to the sounds of all different forests around the world 

the assassination of caesar was pretty gay when you think about it. like what do you need all those knives for? penetrating another man?

guys I finally did it. I procrastinated something so hard I actually made a uquiz.

It’s a wonderful day on the Appian Way and you are a horrible praetorial candidate.