Dosed.

"Quiero estudiar, quiero aprender, quiero escribir. Tengo veintidós años. No sé nada. Nada fundamental. No sé lo que debería haber aprendido hace muchos años. Nadie me enseñó nada. Sé, en cambio, lo que debería saber mucho después. De allí que me sienta anciana y niña al mismo tiempo."

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Alejandra Pizarnik (via kirasakurai)

"Honey, who said that the love of your life had to be a man or woman you haven’t even met yet? Maybe, you are destined to be the greatest love of your own life."

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Della Hicks-Wilson   (via domestic-lowlife)

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"El gran malentendido consiste en que se admite que para el ser humano hembra es natural que haga de sí una mujer “femenina”: no basta ser una heterosexual, ni siquiera una madre, para realizar ese ideal; la “verdadera mujer” es un producto artificial que la civilización fabrica como en otro tiempo fabricaba castrados; sus pretendidos “instintos” de coquetería, de docilidad, le son insuflados del mismo modo que al hombre el orgullo fálico."

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Simone de Beauvoir (via avenidadelospoetas)

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feeniekin:

here comes monday

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feeniekin:

here comes monday

"We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand."

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Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture (via observando)

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Game of Thrones: A summary

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Remember when you left Gotham? Before all this, before Batman? You were gone seven years. Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldn’t come back. Every year, I took a holiday. I went to Florence, there’s this cafe, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening, I’d sit there and order a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and I’d see you there, with a wife and maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn’t say anything to me, nor me to you. But we’d both know that you’d made it, that you were happy. I never wanted you to come back to Gotham. I always knew there was nothing here for you, except pain and tragedy. And I wanted something more for you than that. I still do.

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inkhead:

what rabbit ate, paper cut, 2013
bone a day  inkhead    more paper cuts available here: eyefun

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inkhead:

what rabbit ate, paper cut, 2013

bone a day  inkhead    more paper cuts available here: eyefun

septimovicio:

bacan

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septimovicio:

bacan

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"Well, it becomes consensual by the end, because anything for them ultimately results in a turn-on, especially a power struggle."

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Alex Graves (on the changed altar scene in 4.3)

In the books, the scene is as follows:

“She touched his face. “I was lost without you, Jaime. I was afraid the Starks would send me your head. I could not have borne that.” She kissed him. A light kiss, the merest brush of her lips on his, but he could feel her tremble as he slid his arms around her. “I am not whole without you.”
There was no tenderness in the kiss he returned to her, only hunger. Her mouth opened for his tongue. “No,” she said weakly when his lips moved down her neck, “not here. The septons…”
“The Others can take the septons.” He kissed her again, kissed her silent, kissed her until she moaned. Then he knocked the candles aside and lifted her up onto the Mother’s altar, pushing up her skirts and the silken shift beneath. She pounded on his chest with feeble fists, murmuring about the risk, the danger, about their father, about the septons, about the wrath of gods. He never heard her. He undid his breeches and climbed up and pushed her bare white legs apart. One hand slid up her thigh and underneath her smallclothes. When he tore them away, he saw that her moon’s blood was on her, but it made no difference.
“Hurry,” she was whispering now, “quickly, quickly, now, do it now, do me now. Jaime Jaime Jaime.” Her hands helped guide him. “Yes,” Cersei said as he thrust, “my brother, sweet brother, yes, like that, yes, I have you, you’re home now, you’re home now, you’re home.” She kissed his ear and stroked his short bristly hair. Jaime lost himself in her flesh. He could feel Cersei’s heart beating in time with his own, and the wetness of blood and seed where they were joined.

In the show, Cersei breaks down; she and Jaime share a tender moment, a kiss, until Cersei pushes him away. Instead of heeding her discomfort, Jaime returns her shove with, “you’re a hateful woman, why have the gods made me love a hateful woman?” and forces her to kiss him. Cersei hits him, pushes him away, says, “please no” “stop it” “no” repeatedly and struggles with Jaime as he’s roughly lifting her skirts and dropping his trousers. Jaime tells her “no” and continues to force himself on her as she struggles. “Stop it, it’s not right, it’s not right,” says Cersei. “I don’t care. I don’t care,” says Jaime. She struggles until the end and there’s zero acknowledgement or utterance of “yes.” There’s no explicit consent nor anything that implies explicit consent in this scene, therefore it is rape and one has to wonder why sex that was explicitly consensual in the books (as Cersei says “yes” and tells Jaime what to do) was turned into rape on the show.

It appears someone might have to have a talk with Graves (as well as Nikolaj Coster-Waldau) about what consent means.

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I guess consensual sex isn't edgy enough for hbo

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  • Book: "He stopped then, and drew her down onto his lap. Dany was flushed and breathless, her heart fluttering in her chest. He cupped her face in his huge hands and looked into his eyes. "No?" he said, and she knew it was a question.
  • She took his hand and moved it down to the wetness between her thighs. "Yes," she whispered as she put his finger inside her."
  • Show: rape
  • Book: “Hurry,” she was whispering now, “quickly, quickly, now, do it now, do me now. Jaime Jaime Jaime.” Her hands helped guide him.
  • Show: rape

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Valar Morghulis

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