People speak sometimes about the “bestial” cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts; no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via adenoviridae)

So very, very true.

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countyoursims:

i accidentally made this cute lil alien and her name is Kestral and i like her

SIMS 4! Been playing Sims 2 the past few days and Sims 4 is out of stock almost everywhere in Singapore. A moment of silence please. 

countyoursims:

i accidentally made this cute lil alien and her name is Kestral and i like her

SIMS 4! Been playing Sims 2 the past few days and Sims 4 is out of stock almost everywhere in Singapore. A moment of silence please. 

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

In evoking a period of mass suffering, but telling a broadly comic adventure story, in gesturing to the tragic episodes of its characters’ lives, but focusing on a joyful one, Anderson’s film argues that the bleakest aspects of the human condition don’t delegitimize its pleasures. That however fleeting or myopic, the experience of joy is life’s greatest consolation. The film is thus an argument for itself, for the redemptive power of artificial worlds, whose bright colors, playful wit, and elegiac nostalgia recall and revive our lost joys, reminding us we were happy here, for a little while.

footnote

there are days where i lie on bed and think about how we are evolving and growing as individuals; creating our personal experiences, chasing our envisioned goals and finding our identity individually and apart of the other. we create our own spaces and identity within the gaps in between. it’s not a bad thing because individual growth, separate from the other is always healthy and essential for any relationship. 

but there are days where i fear, that the gaps in between our experiences, goals and identity grows further, wider, bigger and more demarcated. on these days, i fear that in the eventual passing of time, in the eventual creation of self, we gradually become foreign and unfamiliar to the other. we become another story and chapter; a footnote in each other’s bibliography of life. 

sometimes, i feel like its happening, slowly & insidiously. quietly and threateningly. it’s there, in the quiet, in a blink of an eye, and in the split crack between the weeping angel & i.

viperslang:

I feared losing you,
not for the cost,
but because I heard
we become the things
we have lost.

—Derrick Brown, from “Beauty Mark of the Beast at Beauty Mach Six,” Scandalabra (Write Bloody Publishing, 2009)

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Part I: Pet cat muses on life, considers how it feels to be a dailies; meant to be discarded and thrown …

Part I: Pet cat muses on life, considers how it feels to be a dailies; meant to be discarded and thrown …