“THINGS HAD CHANGED, what an arsehole comment, I’d changed things. Things don’t change, they’re not like the seasons moving on a diurnal round. People change things. There are victims of change but not victims of things. Why do I collude in this misuse of language? I can’t make it easier for Jacqueline however I put it. I can make it a bit easier for me and I suppose that’s what I’m doing.”—Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
dont teach little girls to hate other little girls. dont tell them other girls are mean and catty and gossip and talk behind their backs. dont tell them girls will steal their boyfriends and take all the blame off the boys who leave. dont tell them boys are better for any reason. dont teach lil girls to hate lil girls because they’ll grow into women who hate other women and there’s enough people in the world who hate women, thanks
i think your picspams are gorgeous and i have a few questions if you don't mind :/ do you smart sharpen before of after you change the image size?, would you mind posting your smart sharpen settings?, do you use a topaz plugin on your caps? (omg i know its allot to ask sorry)
Hello, thank you and it’s not a lot at all, don’t worry.
Those whose neighborhoods have been hit by the outages reported the shriek of hawks overhead, and that when the lights came back on, they felt that perhaps they were different people—their memories and identities were the same as always, but suddenly felt like costumes that didn’t fit exactly, as though it all were actually brand new to them. As though they had been switched out with someone who was exactly like them. As though all that was familiar would ever after be strange.
Keep some flashlights with spare batteries and a childhood photo album by you tonight. Just in case.
“Listeners, do you ever think about the moon? I was sitting outside last night looking at the moon and I thought, does anyone actually know what that thing is? Have there been any studies on this? I went to ask Carlos, but he hasn’t been seen much since that treacherous Telly’s vile haircut. The moon’s weird though, right? It’s there, and there, and then suddenly it’s not. And it seems to be pretty far up. It is watching us? If not, what is it watching instead? Is there something more interesting than us? Hey, watch us moon! We may not always be the best show in the universe, but we try.”—Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 5 - The Shape in Grove Park
“Carlos, perfect and beautiful, came into our studios during the break earlier, but declined to stay for an interview. He had some sort of blinking box in his hand, covered with wires and tubes. He said he was testing the place for materials. I don’t know what materials he meant, but that box sure whistled and beeped a lot. When he put it close to the microphone, it sounded like, well, like a bunch of baby birds had just woken up. Really went crazy. Carlos looked nervous. I’ve never seen that kind of look on someone with that strong of a jaw. He left in a hurry. Told us to evacuate the building, but then— who would be here to talk sweetly to all of you out there? Settling in to be another clear night and pretty evening here in Night Vale. I hope all of you out there have someone to sleep through it with.
“Sometimes you go through things that seem huge at the time, like, a mysterious glowing cloud that devours your entire community. While they’re happening they feel like the only thing that matters and you can hardly imagine that there’s a world out there that might have anything else going on- and then the glow cloud moves on, and you move on, and the event is behind you. And you may find, as time passes, that you remember it less and less. Or absolutely not at all, in my case. And you are left with nothing but a powerful wonder at the fleeting nature of even the most important things in life and the faint, but pretty smell, of vanilla.”—