Wednesday, September 17, 2014
We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies — all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.

Aldous Huxley

The Doors of Perception

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those thoughts circle you again,
all at once, barely discernible
but you know they’re there,
familiar like your house in the dark,
door there, chair here
walk into them anyway

or run into them
go on, kick them, fall, bruise your legs.
(why do you sigh when you’re scratched?)
worry that you fall into pain
's embrace because it feels
safer, it feels easier, it
feels wiser,
than boredom-
it’s not, it’s not, it’s not-
fall into it anyway

wonder if you like it

tip for a wednesday: don’t listen to the Her soundtrack unless you want to feel each track creep through your body and swap every organ for heavy nothing.


excuse me sir hello do you have a moment to talk about neutral milk hotel

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

How are you meant to make decisions when you can’t disentangle genuine desire from nostalgia?

(also how do you choose when you have genuine desire/nostalgia for a whole range of mutually exclusive things?)

(can someone tell me what to do with my life please?)


Post-rain puddles reflecting the sunset. 


Post-rain puddles reflecting the sunset. 

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Tuesday, September 9, 2014
In the 1890s, when Freud was in the dawn of his career, he was struck by how many of his female patients were revealing childhood [sexual] victimization to him. Freud concluded that child sexual abuse was one of the major causes of emotional disturbances in adult women and wrote a brilliant and humane paper called “The Aetiology of Hysteria.” However, rather than receiving acclaim from his colleagues for his ground-breaking insights, Freud met with scorn. He was ridiculed for believing that men of excellent reputation (most of his patients came from upstanding homes) could be perpetrators of incest.
Within a few years, Freud buckled under this heavy pressure and recanted his conclusions. In their place he proposed the “Oedipus complex,” which became the foundation of modern psychology… Freud used this construct to conclude that the episodes of abuse his clients had revealed to him had never taken place; they were simply fantasies of events the women had wished for… This construct started a hundred-year history in the mental health field of blaming victims for the abuse perpetrated on them and outright discrediting of women’s and children’s reports of mistreatment by men.
― Lundy Bancroft (via marxisforbros)

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Saturday, September 6, 2014

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Thursday, September 4, 2014

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I was tagged by @sprinkledwords

es: just insert your answers to the questions below. tag at least 10 followers but eff the rules 

Name: Emily

Nickname: Em, Emyfriend, Friendyem

Birthday: 01/01

Gender: Female

Sexuality: bi

Height: 175 cm

Time Zone: AEST GMT + 10

What time and date is it there?: 12:57 am 4/9/14 why is this important

Average hours of sleep I get each night: 7 or 8

OTPs: samira wiley and everyone.

The last thing I googled was: the location of the nearest bunnings because I was going to buy squeedgies for work but then I was running late so I couldn’t buy them and so I missed out on all the praise I was going to get for buying new squeedgies. 

My most used phrase(s): what wrong/oh god

First word that comes to mind: perpendicular because I’ve had more than one conversation this week about the way it bounces in your mouth as you say it and then is hurled out by your tongue at the end with the ‘lar’. it’s so fun to say, give it a go!

What I last said to a family member: you’re so cute why are you so cute also I love you I love you so much did you know that look at your little ears oh god precious angel child you don’t know what’s in store for you in this world let me protect you you are so pure (to my newborn nephew)

One place that makes me happy & why: walking across Princes bridge in the city at night and looking all around at Flinders St Station and Fed Square and Southbank and the MCG and everything lit up and reflecting on the yarra (I love it when lights reflect on things this has been a theme in my life). Bonus points if it is a clear night and a full moon. More bonus points if you continue the walk along pretty pretty St Kilda road past Hamer Hall and the Arts Centre and NGV fountains. I have so many fond memories of that area and of being excited about some event or show or exhibition that I’m about to see, that just walking past on an ordinary day gives me a little flutter of excitement. Also it’s just really pretty.

How many blankets I sleep under: one

Favourite Beverage: Chai or i don’t know something else. I’m not a big beverage lady.

The last movie I watched in the cinema: Magic in the Moonlight, I saw tonight and it was awful.

Three things I can’t live without: intimacy, sleep, BEAUTY

Something I plan on learning: pretty much everything. all the languages, all the history (also how to live a life that is both satisfying and sustainable, oh god)

A piece of advice for all my followers: HAVE FUN also self care is v important.

You all have to listen to this song: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea - Neutral Milk Hotel

I tag: thekingintheinnernorth, woundedbydust1331, bagatalex, nau-see, compotator, aburningforge

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Researchers at the University of Western Australia decided to revamp the way they studied Viking remains. Previously, researchers had misidentified skeletons as male simply because they were buried with their swords and shields. (Female remains were identified by their oval brooches, and not much else.) By studying osteological signs of gender within the bones themselves, researchers discovered that approximately half of the remains were actually female warriors, given a proper burial with their weapons. It’s been so difficult for people to envision women’s historical contributions as solely getting married and dying in childbirth, but you can’t argue with numbers—and fifty/fifty is pretty damn good. The presence of female warriors also has researchers now wondering just how accurate the stereotypes of raping and pillaging actually are: Women may have accompanied male Vikings in those early invasions of England, in much greater numbers than scholars earlier supposed, (Researcher) McLeod concludes. Rather than the ravaging rovers of legend, the Vikings arrived as marriage-minded colonists. Better Identification of Viking Corpses Reveals: Half of the Warriors Were Female

COOOOOOOL (via clambistro)

- Last night I was driving home and In the Aeroplane Over the Sea came on in the car. The last time I’d heard it was on the way home from their gig in Prague, ringing out from the phone in my hand, growing louder and softer, louder and softer, as my arms swung with each step. My friend was beside me; as we reached the line ‘what a curious life we have found here tonight, there is music that sounds from the street, there are lights in the clouds’, we both saw each other’s heads tilt up to check if there were, in fact, lights in the clouds, to check if our physical environment matched completely the one the song had drawn in our minds, or only partially.

- Since getting home from my trip, I’ve been busying myself a lot. I’ve been going out a lot, going to new places, talking to lots of new people, doing things I like to do, etc. I remember that upon returning from my last trip I did the same for a while, but at that time the busy-ness served as a distraction from how unhappy I was, and before long it stopped working. This time could not be more different. I can’t believe how happy I am. I want to experience everything and know everyone. Life still isn’t without its disappointments and upsets but they are manageable (for now), and that fact alone just fuels my happiness even more. I feel brave. (I also like the symmetry of this year: the balance of first half sad, disappointing and empty, second half happy, exciting and new, a year divided by an indulgent trip away. I’m sure my love for simplicity in life narratives will only continue to increase the disparity between the two extremes, as memory works its meddling magic on the past)

- Living with Jess and Ziggy is amaze Fitzroy is amaze I miss them both I miss dog cuddles cohm bak.