love to look at all the ceramic tools while buying my porcelain in the supply store!
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
“Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.”
man i just wanna go on record and say that it super bothers me that people have painted frida kahlo as this sad, tragic figure who was never did shit anything but paint and cry. frida kahlo was a radical flaming communist activist who hated white people and was known for being fiercely nationalistic and full of hot joy. but instead we think of her as tiny and broken.
like, the way she dressed wasn’t typical of the time. she deliberately wore traditional mexican dress as a fuck-you to those she perceived as her political and social enemies. she had students that would come to her home to study politics and art under her. she demanded attention. we seriously do this to radicals all the time. MLK wasn’t a fucking pacifist. he didn’t get on stage and talk about love for hours on end. but for some reason, the only bit of any of his speeches that you can recall is, “i have a dream.”
it’s not a coincidence that oppressors paint history in the way they do. it benefits them for us to believe that those we admire were soft and easy with the world.
Jay Z thanking the friendly park ranger for rescuing his wife from that pond.