it’s just one of those croissant days
we love a recovery
SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE (2018)
Posting this iconic piece of media that I just NEVER found online isolated except in an archived reddit thread
WESTWORLD | TOP 10 FAN FAVORITE CHARACTERS ✩
↳ #2: MAEVE MILLAY
At first, I thought you and the others were gods. Then I realized you’re just men. And I know men. You think I’m scared of death? I’ve done it a million times. I’m fucking great at it. How many times have you died?
you people will believe any ugly old fictional man fucks like crazy. proudly i will stand defiant like a stone amongst the lashing tide like a mountain against the howling wind. no. i do not think that old man fucks like crazy. i think you want that old man to fuck like crazy, but your claims hold no verisimilitude. that old man’s dick sucks and it’s bleak down there. it’s bleak. we’re looking at razed ground where a libido should be, salted earth where horniness could sprout. no i say no that old man does not fuck like crazy.
You're on your way.
Just keep going.
![A screenshot of the poem "The Two-Headed Calf" by Laura Gilpin. It reads: Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum. But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual. [End I.D.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/e58cfdd45974ba1c4c6e0473f5ae850b/0907c0e9dab8e79b-a4/s640x960/9a5ffc35bc671ec883b4fb4640574809459d1573.png)
ALT![A screenshot of the poem titled "Poem", by Langston Hughes. It is dedicated by the author "(to F.S.)" It reads: I loved my friend. He went away from me. There's nothing more to say. The poem ends, Soft as it began,— I loved my friend. End Image Description.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/7b9ca8112778764250ddb6c5d7bc16c1/0907c0e9dab8e79b-6e/s640x960/b7f5b1c0ec691f4242d60b5821978facfcc7f97f.png)
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![A photographed page from a book, on which the poem "Come. And Be My Baby" by Maya Angelou is printed. It reads: The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn Some people wrap their lies around a cocktail glass And you sit wondering where you’re going to turn I got it. Come. And be my baby. Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow But others say we’ve got a week or two The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror And you sit wondering What you’re gonna do. I got it. Come. And be my baby. [End I.D.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/e868f693f4a2f7369011f195ff61cc2b/ccc742dbcd04724f-f5/s640x960/2eeaa310f8cfb2ef3b03a40185f2f46df672f0cd.png)
ALT![A screenshot of the poem "Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver. If you'd like to hear it read by the author, visit the link "Wild Geese" in body of post below. Otherwise, it reads: You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting— over and over announcing your place in the family of things. [End Image Description.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/44c27ed064806fe8dfeb6d22927c99f4/ccc742dbcd04724f-78/s1280x1920/ce4862dcfa59b54b8f0c69a4bde114aec5fa5324.png)
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ROUND 2
"The Quiet World" by Jeffrey McDaniel
"someone will remember us" (Fragment 147 from Sappho trans. Anne Carson)
![A screenshot of the poem "The Quiet World" by Jeffrey McDaniel. It reads: In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say "I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you." When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper "I love you" thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe. [End Image Description.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/eeb4aaf9db449f0fe0a6bb490130dd22/2209e5f2ab4a5a34-84/s640x960/52270eafebe9c58670e79d868d6c1401c1f04756.png)
ALT![A screenshot of the poem "Fragment 147" from Sappho, translated by Anne Carson. It reads: someone will remember us I say even in another time. [End Image Description.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/6d3213047941cc037f35945bf9ccfb25/2209e5f2ab4a5a34-b8/s500x750/29bf041b822f1ef3d7f8ec225ba3ccbd602bc6bd.png)
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