Glass Animals - Gooey (live on triple j) (par triple j)

"Fresh like icky gooey womb"

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STWO - Anna | choreography by Gorbunov Nikita | The First Crew (par Nikita Gorbunov)
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What I know of survival is this:
how to adjust my body around the cool spots in bed,
the way my hair is never exactly right
when I leave the house for a hopeful second date,
the imprint of my bra on my skin after coming home
and letting my dress pool at my feet.
Sleeping, alone.
Missing you and missing you.
I eat olives and arugula standing up in the kitchen,
wearing nothing except underwear and pearls.
I do not recognize myself.
Being sad only makes me thirsty.
I drink two glasses of water, take an aspirin,
dance with myself slowly in the living room.
Everything comes back to me in moments—
flashes of your skin, the freckles on your chest,
your perfect wrists, a kneecap, the small of your back.
I peel away the sadness to get down to the pit of the thing
and can never quite manage to finish it.
My hands smell like oranges, clove cigarettes.
Pounds of sadness. I get out of bed. I run the bath.
Chocolate shavings and blueberries for lunch.
Little things, but I am handling it.
Yesterday, I almost called you to tell you that I love you,
but then I remembered I’m not allowed to say it anymore,
and it is awful. You are with me even when I brush my teeth.
Kristina Haynes, “Love So Good That I Forgot to Say ‘Ouch’” (via sergeantinhaler)

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Leonardo DiCaprio gets attacked by a penguin during a trip to the Arctic in 2006

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Once more unto the breach!

King Henry V in Shakespeare’s Henry V Act III

Referenced by my dear tutor as her parting shot / encouragement in grappling with the Big Ass Assignment due in a week. Had to look this up and discovered its part two, a rather intimidating “or close the wall up with our English dead”. As a post colonial sort of reappropriation/threat it’s quite ha-ha enjoyable and makes sense in the context of the course but to me it also reads as a YOUR STUDENTY BODIES SHALL MAKE UP THE FOUNDATION OF MY SCHOLARLY EDIFICE HAHA!!! kind of way… I don’t know

Whatever it is, it’s quite a cool speech which I shall just pop here for some light wartime/exam reading —

Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’

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