"Aktörler ne şanslıdır! Tragedyada mı komedyada mı oynayacaklar, ağlatacaklar mı güldürecekler mi, gülecekler mi gözyaşı mı dökecekler, bunu kendileri seçebilirler. Ama gerçek hayatta işler farklıdır. Çoğu kadın ve erkek başa çıkamayacakları roller oynamaya zorlanırlar. Guildensternlerimiz bize Hamlet oynar, Hamletlerimiz Prens Hal gibi komiklik yapmak zorunda kalır. Dünya bir sahnedir; ama roller kötü dağıtılmıştır."
n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night—an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future—that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can successfully ignore for weeks, only to feel its presence hovering outside the window, waiting for you to finish your coffee, passing the time by quietly building a nest.
Currently reading (and loving). ‘Little Women’ is a childhood favorite and so perfect for Christmas with its warmth and loveliness.
By now you must have guessed: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, Take me to your leaders. Even I - unused to your ways though I am - would never make that mistake. We ourselves have such beings among us, made of cogs, pieces of paper, small disks of shiny metal, scraps of coloured cloth. I do not need to encounter more of them. Instead I will say, Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers; take me to your deaths. These are worth it. These are what I have come for.
The fact is that certain themes cannot be celebrated in words, and tyranny is one of them. No one ever wrote a good book in praise of the Inquisition.
Old books (by Amanda Berglund)
Face Shelving by Alexi Mccarthy
Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?
It is because society tells us that women are objects, not subjects, that Stephen Hawkings can declare women to be “a complete mystery”, and have newspapers gleefully latch on to this, declaring women “the greatest mystery known to man”. It is a common refrain for men to bleat about not understanding women, but this is because they have simply never tried, because society has trained them to never look at life through the eyes of a woman.
:: (by shima.)