MRS

"Be grateful, Anya." I am grateful, grateful to get away!

“I can’t accept that. I can’t accept that there was only one black woman in the entire film, who delivered one line and who we never saw again. I can’t accept that the bad guys were Asian and that although in China, Lucy’s roommate says, “I mean, who speaks Chinese? I don’t speak Chinese!” I can’t accept that in Hercules, which I also saw this weekend, there were no people of color except for Dwayne Johnson himself and his mixed-race wife, whose skin was almost alabaster. I can’t accept that she got maybe two lines and was then murdered. I can’t accept that the “primitive tribe” in Hercules consisted of dark-haired men painted heavily, blackish green, to give their skin (head-to-toe) a darker appearance, so the audience could easily differentiate between good and bad guys by the white vs. dark skin. I can’t accept that during the previews, Exodus: Gods and Kings, a story about Moses leading the Israelite slaves out of Egypt, where not a single person of color is represented, casts Sigourney Weaver and Joel Edgerton to play Egyptians. I can’t accept that in the preview for Kingsman: The Secret Service, which takes place in London, features a cast of white boys and not a single person of Indian descent, which make up the largest non-white ethnic group in London. I can’t accept that in stories about the end of the world and the apocalypse, that somehow only white people survive. I can’t accept that while my daily life is filled with black and brown women, they are completely absent, erased, when I look at a TV or movie screen.”

wormwoodandhoney:

girls fighting evil: time traveling girlfriends

time for love

(when the time traveler first sees her, she is alone across the room. she can’t help but take the girl’s hand, and whisper to her all the secrets of the universe. they become companions, skipping through eras holding hands. they fight demons through the years, adapt clothing and hair styles, and kiss. lots of kisses.)

“… it only takes two facing mirrors to construct a labyrinth.”
Jorge Luis Borges, “Nightmares” from Seven Nights, trans. Eliot Weinberger (via proustitute)

allstreets:

McGill Street - Toronto, Canada

“I love your silences, they are like mine.”
Anais Nin (via letters-to-nobody)

stripetee:

Japan by Pam Virada