the color pallet trend
In Humbert culture, little girls are like Nabokov’s narrator described them in Lolita: “little deadly demons” among “wholesome” children, unconscious of their fantastic power and their capacity to ensnare men. Why else would the New York Times, reporting upon the rape of an eleven-year-old by eighteen men, remark upon how the girl “dressed older than her age” and hung out with “teenage boys” on the playground? Why else would the theory that Dolores Haze seduced Humbert Humbert have any salience in popular culture? Why else would James Franco insist that he was deceived by a conniving seventeen-year-old hell-bent on ruining his career? In Humbert culture, girls are wolves, and men are lambs.
i didn’t do my homework but i did do this
Jenny Slate in an abortion romcom? I will be there, day one, front row. Well, not the front row because it distorts the viewing experience, but ja feel.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JENNY!!!!!! GABE!!!!!!!!
I gotta be kinder to myself.
I gotta not feel so rushed.
I gotta let myself sit and listen.
I need to shut my eyes more when I’m awake. I need to listen to more music with cellos in it.
I gotta take deep breaths and not hate or kick or resent myself when I can’t say the words I want to say (like “you’ve hurt me,” or even just “I’m feeling hurt”).
And when my instinct is to be angry, I gotta try to pull it back to a place of love.
I gotta learn my words mean something to people, even if they mean nothing to me anymore.
I gotta shut up more.
I need to find a balance between falling on my face and not wanting to fall.
I gotta be kinder to others.
I gotta be more honest.
I gotta be more generous with my doubts.
I gotta be more grateful for every moment.
I gotta demand more love, and eat more vegetables, and remember we’re all strangers until we’re wormfood.
Just because something is on the nose doesn’t make it not fantastic.