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Lina, 20, Germany. I mostly reblog things, rarely post and have severe social awkwardness. You have been warned.



Fandoms: Hannibal, The Borgias, Dexter, Breaking bad, BTVS, Pretty Little Liars, Skins, Fight club, Harry Potter, Mr. Nobody, Linkin Park

radiokunlun:

So there is this thing called a “trigger,” I guess, and OH WAIT I UNDERSTAND NOW. “Buffet Froid” was super uncomfortable for me to watch, not because of the gore or the scares, but because of basically everything that was not the gore or the scares. That includes what I’m going to talk about here— the show’s intense examination and (I argue) problematization of mental illness— which I guess just goes to show that you can find something very uncomfortable and yet positive and interesting.

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  • Cate Blanchett: I do think, though, that as a species we have been bleaching out our passion. The situation of existing in extremes—and I don't mean violent, dangerous extremes, but rather extremes of thought or living with contradictions—is kind of considered increasingly abhorrent and antisocial. I think that's why good theaters are really important. They allow you to exist in a space with other people and deal with these things, and not in a passive way. You see people sweat. You see them breathe. They can offend and hopefully terrify you, and on a good night, you'll laugh, and you'll cry. And if it's bad, you feel so cheated and so angry because you've been there and you've been actively participating in that fantasy that's been unfolding. But if you go to a bad film, it's just like, "Oh, that wasn't so great," because you're not implicated in it. You don't have to buy into it. Theater is a space where you cross over from everyday life, because there are real people in that moment moving in front of you—you're being invited to believe in a story and cross that bridge. When you go to a concert—or, I would imagine, perform in one—it's really all-consuming. Obviously, you're intellectually engaged somehow. But it bypasses that and goes straight to the body. I think rock stars and dancers, and physical actors as well, exist in that space because those boundaries are somehow broken down between what we think and what we feel.
  • Jack White: The thing I love about live performance the most, though, is that the doors are closed, the lights are turned down, and the audience has to be reverential to what's happening onstage. It's not like being at home where you can change channels, fast-forward, turn it off, put the book down, or walk away. It's this phenomenon where we all, as a community, go to church and sit and experience this thing together.

neverfeedthesarcophagi:

the-platonic-blow:

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#i just figured out what i see him as #literally as a fallen lucifer yes; but one betrayed by god #because angels have no souls; no true flesh#they are fire and light and nothing else and they scorch everything in their way and they are made for one purpose only #and this is not any satan; this is milton’s lucifer #the sympathy imbued within him just serves to make him more terrifying #because he is not merely chaos incarnate oh no #part of him is; but another part #that’s driven by hatred; by envy #by helpless desire to possess what he has not #and that is the soul #which he proceeds to hunt and butcher and consume and clothe himself with #he is not devoid of sensation; he is dedicated to it #he has clawed his way to the very heights of the hierachy of needs #but for the very tip; the most essential #he has surrounded himself with beauty and intellect and achivement #but he can never self actualize #he can never achieve a soul (thymoss)

We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male passenger made a pass at him. The lightbulb went off. “Oh,” I said. “I get it. See, you are afraid, because for the first time in your life you have found yourself a victim of unwanted sexual advances by someone who has the physical ability to use force against you.” The boy nodded and shuddered visibly.“But,” I continued. “As a woman, you learn to live with that from the time you are fourteen, and it never stops. We live with that fear every day of our lives. Every man walking through the parking garage the same time you are is either just a harmless stranger or a potential rapist. Every time.” The girls in the room nodded, agreeing. The boys seemed genuinely shocked. “So think about that the next time you hit on a girl. Maybe, like you in the taxi, she doesn’t actually want you to.”