Que horas são agora?
Quando você aparece?
Quanto ainda demora?
Jura que não esquece?
Mal chegou, já vai embora?
Mas e aí, o que acontece?
É pra eu esperar lá fora?
Em que ponto você desce?
Então passou muito da hora?
Ainda é cedo? Já amanhece?
Se ficar assim melhora?
E se não fosse? E se eu quisesse?
In which we are all Anderson
the best thing about this gifset is that it’s not a manip
Many adults are put off when youngsters pose scientific questions. Children ask why the sun is yellow, or what a dream is, or how deep you can dig a hole, or when is the world’s birthday, or why we have toes.
Too many teachers and parents answer with irritation or ridicule, or quickly move on to something else. Why adults should pretend to omniscience before a five-year-old, I can’t for the life of me understand. What’s wrong with admitting that you don’t know? Children soon recognize that somehow this kind of question annoys many adults. A few more experiences like this, and another child has been lost to science.
There are many better responses. If we have an idea of the answer, we could try to explain. If we don’t, we could go to the encyclopedia or the library. Or we might say to the child: “I don’t know the answer. Maybe no one knows. Maybe when you grow up, you’ll be the first to find out.
And now it’s time for one last bow
Like all your other selves
Eleven’s hour is over now
The clock is striking twelve’s.
a production of hamlet where hamlet is female and struggling to reconcile the polite passive femininity she’s been taught all her life with her father’s orders to revenge him
and all this pent up frustration and anger at herself takes the form of internalized misogyny, which comes out when she lashes out as ophelia
I have known of our paintings too, well enough; God has given us one face, and we make ourselves another: we jig, we amble, and we lisp, and nick-name God’s creatures, and make our wantonness our ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on’t; it hath made me mad.
reverse hades/persephone, where the young daughter of summer uses plant magic to ensnare the lord of darkness and keep him prisoner in a beautiful garden above ground. Eventually, enchanted by her cleverness and wild youth he agrees to eat six pomegranate seeds and stay with her for half of every year.
# ID READ THE FUCK OUT OF THAT # HE TRIES BEING ALL IMPOSINGLY MIGHTY AND WRATHFUL WHILE PERSPHONE JUST GOES ON WATERING THE FLOWERS OUTSIDE HIS CAGE # HE PETITIONS TO AT LEAST GET SOME DEATHBELL AND NIGHTSHADE AND ASPHODEL GROWING IN THERE BUT IT’S ALL LOTUSES AND SUNFLOWERS AND APPLES # AND LIKE CORN EVERYWHERE HE FUCKING HATES CORN # THEY COMPROMISE ON POMEGRANATES (x)