when i was in like third grade i went to this science camp and one night at campfire they told us a story about a ufo crashing into a lake nearby and then later in the middle of the night they woke us all up and told us the aliens were back and this time they’d laid eggs in the woods !! it was our duty to arm ourselves and go destroy the eggs, so we armored up in tinfoil and shaving cream ( ????? ) and marched into the woods ready to save the planet. the ‘eggs’ were whole watermelons hidden around the camp and we had to smash them open on trees and rocks and eat the alien fetus/watermelon goo as fast as possible. i cannot emphasis enough the raw joy of digging into a watermelon with your bare hands and stuffing it into your face in the middle of the night in the woods, barely taking time to chew so that you can save the planet from hostile aliens, and i think i became the person i am because of that night.
It’s Bisexual Awareness Week! And bi Twitter users have taken to the hashtag #BisexualFacts to share tidbits about the community that often go unnoticed. All with the goal of pointing out how little people know about them and how often stereotyped they are. The Invisibility Cloak tweet is pretty hilarious.
FIRST LINES FROM NEW BOOKS OUT TODAY: SEPTEMBER 10, 2012
“The first to die was Protesilaus A focused man who hurried to darkness With forty black ships leaving the land behind Men sailed with him from those flower-lit cliffs Where the grass gives growth to everything Pyrasus Iton Pteleus Antron He died in mid-air jumping to be first ashore There was his house half-built His wife rushed out clawing her face Podarcus his altogether less impressive brother Took over command but that was long ago He’s been in the black earth now for thousands of year.” Memorial: A Version of Homer’s Iliad by Alice Oswald
A “version” of the Iliad in which Oswald translates every death—and only the deaths—so that the poem becomes what the poem is. Oswald has stated she wants to translates the poem’s enargeia, what she calls “the bright unbearable reality” of the Iliad. This is not the poem that starts “μῆνιν ἄειδε, θεὰ”. Menis is not the key word to this poem; the rage of Achilles passes by like a ghost. The gods and goddesses keep to the margins. What remains, then, is the song, and the list of the dead.
I WANT THIS LIKE BURNING
I have wanted this book for at least a year since I heard about it, oh god
This is SO GOOD. She came to my school and did a ~45 minute reading from it (after reciting a prayer to the Muse!). First of all, she’s a captivating reader. Hearing this was the only time I’ve ever felt like I was experiencing oral epic as it’s supposed to be experienced—didn’t think that could happen in English. Anyway, it’s absolutely amazing. Read it, and if you get to hear her do a reading, do it.
Menstruation is usually celebrated as an important stage in a girl’s life when she transitions into puberty and womanhood.
However, this normal bodily function isn’t seen as a healthy, normal process everywhere in the world. In remote villages in western Nepal, women are actually banished to “chhaupadi” huts for days during their menstruation cycles and right after giving birth. Why? Because they are seen as impure – so much so that they aren’t allowed to be anywhere near their families and cannot have any contact with men.
Not only does the traditional practice treat young girls and women cruelly, but it can also lead to their deaths. Unfortunately, a 15-year-old recently died during her exile in one of these small huts. On December 18, Roshani Tiruwa’s family found her lifeless body on the floor. The huts don’t protect the girls from cold weather, so police believe she suffocated while lighting a fire to keep herself warm. (Source)
I’ve tried to find gofundme’s or petition that can outlaw this practice, but I haven’t anything! If any of you do please message me, @sixpenceee
“Baby I lied there’s no gala. I brought you here because of our love for art. We enjoy traveling to museums, having artsy dates and even showcasing art about our baby\ud83d\udc36 in our own home. If someone could describe our love it could only be done through a work of art. It is happy, fun, chaotic, inspiring and strong. I want to keep discovering art for the rest of my life by your side.
Chelsea Miller, will you marry me?”
Our proposal at @artinstitutechi
this is so cute…also look at the ring! she posted it to instagram & it’s so gorgeous
i love seeing lesbian proposals with expensive ass engagement rings it brings me hope to be honest
I saw this photo like 5 minutes before I got to this post and wondered how the proposal happened, im glad I found out.