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  • December 29th, 2012 1:06pm

    Django Unchained (2012)

    Saw this last night and absolutely loved it. Admittedly, I went in with pretty low expectations because I really wasn’t a fan of Death Proof or Inglorious Bastards and I was afraid I was going to feel the same way about this film, but it was a wildly entertaining ride and touched upon just about every reason why I love spaghetti westerns. My faith in Tarantino’s abilities has been renewed. If you’re considering seeing this movie, DO IT. If you aren’t considering seeing this movie, you need to start considering and then go see it. 

  • December 29th, 2012 12:11pm


    grimace-island:
    I just saw the post you reblogged about oppression…I completely agree with the original post and was wondering why you don’t? If those in power got to decide what was and wasn’t oppressive, nothing would change, ever.

    My problem with that post is that it’s saying that it’s okay to exclude the thoughts/opinions of certain groups, and that’s something I’m very against. At it’s core, that post is promoting discrimination.

  • December 29th, 2012 2:51am

    nefertitis:

    THGmamastiles:

    men don’t get to decide what is misogynistic

    straight people don’t get to decide what it homophobic

    cis people don’t get to decide what is transphobic

    white people don’t get to decide what is racist

    people in positions of power

    don’t get to decide what is considered oppression

    that’s how we move backwards, not forwards

    No, logic like this is how we move backwards.

  • December 28th, 2012 1:17am

    That’s my window. This minute
    So gently did I alight
    From sleep–was still floating in it.
    Where has my life its limit
    And where begins the night?

    I could fancy all things around me
    Were nothing but I as yet;
    Like a crystal’s depth, profoundly
    Mute, translucent, unlit.

    I have space to spare inside me
    For the stars, too: so full of room
    Feels my heart; so lightly
    Would it let go of him, whom

    For all I know I have started
    To love, it may be to hold.
    Strange, as if never charted,
    Stares my fortune untold.

    Why is it I am bedded
    Beneath this infinitude,
    Fragrant like a meadow,
    Hither and thither moved,

    Calling out, yet fearing
    Someone might hear the cry,
    Destined to disappearing
    Within another I.

    — Girl In Love by Rainer Maria Rilke