The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living by Damien Hirst
The stuckists were very angry about this.
Expressions have a strange way of leaving out things. Take “you can’t hurry love.” That’s true, generally. What it leaves out, of course, is that you can’t make it wait too long either.
Love rots, like any perishable good, and if you do not take care of it and incubate it and consume it before the expiry date, it’ll either disappear or, if you attempt to go at it too late, you’re just in a world of hurt.
Another is Sartre’s oft-quoted “Hell is other people.” Sounds good. Sounds just about right. But what this leaves out is the absence of other people altogether is also hell.
Thought-terminating clichés like that are terrible and really should be avoided.
Another: I love you.
People always forget to include “for now.”
But perhaps that’s done on purpose and for good reason.
Malaking katangahan kung sasabin kong mahal kita, dahil alam kong hindi. Imposible. Pero mali din kung sasabihin kong wala akong nararamdaman para sa’yo. Kasi alam kong meron. At hindi lang naman sa gusto kitang makitang hubad at sumasayaw. Kung yun lang, aba edi alam ko na talagang baboy lang ako. Hindi ko alam eh. Para malinawan ako, kailangan kitang makilala, pero mukhang hindi yun ang gusto ng daigdig. Mahirap talaga pag hindi mo alam kung kababawan o katotohanan ang nararamdaman mo. Ayaw mo umarte dahil alam mong sayang sa oras, pero mahirap ding sabihing wag na, dahil alam mong sayang kung meron nga.
Wala lang. May masabi lang (sa Filipino).
9gag:
DEAD APPROPRIATE
My mind is boggled.
For me (and I’m sure at least a few of you) the only Aldrin on Tumblr can and must be dreamsofelectricsheep.
Also: I really think our Aldrin is better.
Everyone in my family knows I’m gay, though we prefer not to talk about it. But my mother is a brash woman, and she makes jokes about it sometimes.
She once told my nephew, “You can’t get married until your uncle is married!” and then she turned to me and said, “So he really has a huge problem now, doesn’t he?”
Another: there’s a billboard at Service Road that says, “I Feel Gayer and Whiter Everyday!” It’s a GlutaMax ad. My mom read it out loud—this was in the car with my dad driving—and said, “Looks like we’re going to have to buy you one of those, Cholo.”
And I looked at her with eyes that said, Mom…
Ang Ladlad in The Huffington Post -
(via chuicide)
I am so angry. I cannot even tell you what I feel right now.
Blah, blah, blah… Critical… Modernist… Symbol of hope…
…which, therefore, characterizes the Filipino psyche and the various demons that haunt it in this post-colonial, post-modern world. Wala lang. May masabi lang.
My Microsoft Word screen says:
Amelia Lapena-Bonifacio’s one-act play, Sepang Loca, is about a village as they come together to save the eponymous Sepa’s baby when it fell down the well. Sepa’s body is found on the well, reaching down, dead.
It’s been two hours.
That’s all I’ve written.
You work in the kitchen?
Yes. My weight now makes sense.
Also: I move around a lot. Once I week I change my place because staying in just one bores me.
YOU STILL WANT TO TAKE UP LITERATURE?! Look at what it does to people! Hideous!
GPOYW.
Also: really. I look like a tired, worn-out bastard.
Alas. I had to be born in this one.
is full of gay sex, showbiz secrets and politics-showbiz-church affairs.
I MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE.
Damn.
Can I have that photocopied tomorrow? I’d like to read it.
She scares me sometimes.