Men Have No Idea How Good Gentleness Looks On Them.

I've said this before and I'll say it again: it's more important to know and understand fully why something is harmful than it is to drop everything deemed problematic. It's performative and does nothing. People wonder why nobody has critical thinking skills and this is part of it because no one knows how to simousltansly critique and consume media. You need to use discernment.

poems about Laika (the soviet space dog)

i’ve been hunting for one in specific, and during my quest, i have seen that very many beautiful poems about this creature have been written. I wanted to compile them.

“first dog in space” by brennig davies / “They say that, from space, the Earth looks like a small, blue ball. I’ll throw it for you, Laika, if you’ll chase it, dart through the stratosphere like a comet, undeserving of its fate.”

“laika” by claire williamson / “for three hours she was weightless, pulse racing, but ate her dinner, alive to see an orbital sunrise.”

“laika” by adnana zeljkovic / “Paddling with her soft paws in inimical vacuum, (nothing to draw you to your bosom like Mother Earth’s gravitation) herself soft snowflake,”

“laika” by paul gerard reed / The stars that shone have all gone out as man betrayed your trust, but your spirit is still in place somewhere, out there in space.

“laika” by dave lewis / “But when you gave me that final kiss on the nose I suppose deep down inside I knew my destiny lay among the stars. Alone, in silence, I watched the world spinning round, one thousand miles below.“

“i remember laika” by jan oskar hansen / “The farewell can’t be delayed a boy has run to the outer field sits on a stone tries not to cry the struggle to accept the unavoidable.”

“muttnik” by tumblr user @fateology / “I don’t mind. I just miss you. I miss you like the space that lies between two breaths. Full to burning.”

“for the first dog in space” by lavinia greenlaw / “Laika, do not let yourself be fooled by the absolute stillness that comes only with not knowing how fast you are going. As you fall in orbit around the earth, remember your language. Listen to star dust. Trust your fear.”

“laika” by sarah doyle / “Brave little cosmonaut, caught and collared, Earth no more than a distant ball with which you cannot play.”

“laika” by adrian sobol / “If there is light, it’s pressing down on you. Something stirs inside it.”

“first the dog” by zbigniew herbert / “awkwardly we bump into stars / we see nothing we hear nothing / we beat with out fists on the dark ether / on all the wavelengths is a whining”

you are welcome to add more poems to this post if you have any in mind to recommend.

i will never forgive allelon for this but oh well

This is so empowering to see proving that despite how hard the churches and Canadian government tried. They failed to "kill the Indian in the child" and that we will continue to flourish in our beautiful culture ✊🏽✊🏽✊🏽 and we will never give up

Access to safe abortion is a woman’s right.

And abortion is a decision to be made between a woman, her doctor, her family, and her god.

...Not a majority white male cohort of politicians with a false sense of morality.

And your judgement?

It matters not.

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A Study on Richard Cameron, if you want to call it that

I know he was a stick in the mud, and he was also a buzzkill, but he was no older or younger than the rest of them. Probably eighteen/seventeen years old.

You see from the beginning, he was always trying to help with homework, and he was studious. That’s not a bad thing in any sort.

He WANTED to be in the Dead Poets. He WANTED to participate and have fun.

He was their friend. A dear friend, however ornery he may be.

Now, one may be thinking: ‘He blamed Keating for Neils death!’ Yes, he did. But I also blamed the doctors for my Papas death, which was completely unavoidable.

One of the five stages of grief is Anger. He was angry, hurt, and didn’t know what to do. He probably heard others blaming Keating.

Cameron was seventeen, maybe eighteen. He was a child. He was always a follower. He followed what others said. And others said Mr Keating and the Dead Poets.

Cameron was a Dead Poet. He probably was blaming himself even more than Keating.

reading trc from gansey’s perspective and it’s an aurthurian tale where each character is a member of the round table accompanying a king on a fated quest…or reading trc from ronan’s perspective and suddenly each character is a biblical disciple following a jesus with a back tattoo who performs miracles every day…or reading trc from adam’s perspective and now each character is a card from a deck with a psychic dealer carefully flipping them to achieve the most fulfilling outcome…or reading trc from blue’s perspective and now it’s a flawed protagonist in a coming of age story surrounded by archetypical characters slowly breaking down their tropes…depending on where you began the story…

Okay, so:

Upon meeting Todd: is he, ya know,*hand gay gesture*

“I think neil is my favourite” *soft smile* (Oh noooo)

Laughs at todds improv poem, goes silent, “ahhhhhhhh” 

“Half a roll?”

Saxophone in the cave scene: “Oh shit! Buddy can play it! I thought his only skill was making turkey noises” 

“Oh this movie is making me feel things.”

About the unmanned flying desk set: *soft eyes* oh it was so good but so sad

Charlie talking to Gloria: *I made that up* “haha! No you didn’t!”

“Can they kick the girls out again?”

Neil, is doing nothing: I love neil!!

“I knew this man was a prune.” (To Nolan when he stood up before the phone call from God scene)

After the play: oh no. oh no, *looks me dead in the eyes* you fucker

When Charlie punches cameron: Suck it less valid red head!

*camera pans to Pitts, during the end scene* Yes!! You got this Pittsie!!

After, the movie: You fucker you fucker, you made me feel things

About to introduce The Dead Poets Society to my best friend, will update on his thoughts.

Academia is misplacing a stack of 64 flashcards and crying for three minutes only to realize your laptop was on them..

Friendly reminder to include POC in the dark academia community more <3