PDA Already Kicked In And It's Making Me Have To Hold Back Tears In Some Classes.

Why can't I donate my living body to science

Almost as if pregnancy is a temporary state... that the person chose to be in... unlike an actual disability... almost as if some people have phobia of pregnancy... wow.

holy shit i just learned something beautiful

As an adult you must cultivate the skill of “Gross! Oh, well. Not my business.”

Frankenhooker by Frank Henenlotter.

I am honestly in amazement that I am able to access 100+ year old archives from cities hundreds of kilometers away, find the information I'm looking for and even be able to translate it to a different language in a matter of seconds. Technology is amazing and the people who digitalize the cultural and historical heritage are saints.

inspired by a dear mutual's poll....

note: while gore isn't a subgenre, i do see it among commonly hated horror things so im counting it

desperately need to worship something and perform rituals but i don't believe in anything so i just have this dormant unrealized obsession festering like a virus which causes a constant state of being both empty and overfilled but other than that i don't have much going on

How could she ever hate them for what was at bottom merely their weakness? She would probably have done things like those that had befallen her if she had lived in one of these houses. To measure them by her own yardstick, as her father put it. Would she not, in all honesty, have done the same as Chuck and Vera and Ben and Mrs Henson and Tom and all these people in their houses? Grace paused and as she did, the clouds scattered and let the moonlight through, and Dogville underwent another of those little changes of light. It was as if the light previously so merciful and faint finally refused to cover up for the town any longer. Suddenly, you could no longer imagine a berry that would appear one day on a gooseberry bush, but only see the thorn that was there right now. The light now penetrated every unevenness and flaw in the buildings and in the people. And all of a sudden, she knew the answer to her question all too well. If she had acted like them, she could not have defended a single one of her actions and could not have condemned them harshly enough. It was as if her sorrow and pain finally assumed their rightful place. No. What they had done was not good enough. And if one had the power to put it to rights, it was one's duty to do so - for the sake of other towns, for the sake of humanity and not least, for the sake of the human being that was Grace herself.

Dogville

Lars Von Trier