It's So Frustrating

THE TRIAL OF OSCAR WILDE

1960

You can watch this free on YouTube !!

Oscar Wilde is at the peak of his career and fame as an artist but has to face downfall when he challenges Lord Queensbury to the court, for defaming him.

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Barracks Home

by Tojo Suyemoto

This is our barracks, squatting on the ground, Tar papered shacks, partitioned into rooms By sheetrock walls, transmitting every sound Of neighbor’s gossip or the sweep of brooms The open door welcomes the refugees, And now at least there is no need to roam Afar: here space enlarges memories Beyond the bounds of camp and this new home. The floor is carpeted with dust, wind-borne Dry alkalai, patterned with insect feet, What peace can such a place as this impart? We can but sense, bewildered and forlorn, That time, disrupted by the war from neat Routines, must now adjust within the heart.

taking photos whenever you go out, is my thing

do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general

we're all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.

~ Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

Just INFP Things

Doing stupid or clumsy things because you forgot to pay attention to the real world again; walked into doors, burned your food, maybe ran a red light…

When someone is having feelings in your vicinity, you are having those feelings right along with them, even if you don’t know them or why they’re upset

Art vs. Science

Really wanting to have your life all organized and together, but also being the sort of person who just doesn’t do that

When you look at a thing and it reminds you of another thing but nobody else sees it and you become the “weird” one

Dropping everything you’re doing to Google something you got curious about, or draw an image that occured to you, or in any way indulging a sudden burst of imagination before it slips away and your boring life returns

Having to say “I don’t know how to explain it, it’s just this feeling” on a daily basis to a bunch of blank faces

Nobody seems to appreciate the value of a long walk by yourself

The sensible, logical voice in your head is constantly facepalming at all the stupid stuff you do, even though it told you it was a bad idea

Your best solution to potential problems is “I’ll just take to the woods and live with trees where nobody will care what I do”

“What are you staring at?”, “What are you smiling about?”, “Why the sudden gasp?”

When you’re focused on something important then you start thinking all these other thoughts about the thing and then it snowballs and you realize you have no idea what you were focused on to begin with

which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

i made coffee, and i was stirring it calmly, gazing into the empty space on my table wondering about how small i am, this world and how i'll find my "mate" and how'd i hug her just to tell her that she's warm, like those calm raindrops along with the sun shining and its making rays making their way through the thick layer of dark clouds.

I didnt realise it until now,

It was a leisurely feeling

“He who is of high rank would do well to notice everything good about other people. In this way one keeps them in a state of pleasant dependence.”

—Daybreak, §278 (edited excerpt).

Faceless bodies → Whisper of the Heart (1995)