The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pendants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas (via unwritten-heaven)
its true its true being sad and in pain is the most banal most TEDIOUS way to exist and if you think in a million years that being happy is not interesting or fun then im so sorry for you
the utter bore of evil is ignore so often becuase “tragedy makes a great story” but does it really? im so sick and tired of this mentality and the fact that i always want a happy ending is seen as childish
the real interesting stories are the ones where people are given a chance to be happy, to become great, to stop bad things from happening, to be saved. it doesnt have to be easy for them. but i reject the idea that suffering is beautiful.
once I asked my English teacher if teachers shipped their students and after explaining what shipping meant she told me that that is literally one of the most popular discussions in the staff room
I had an English teacher who thought these two students were nice together, so she made them partners on a project.
They got married.
Fun History Fact: The overwhelming majority of cowboys in the U.S. were Indigenous, Black, and/or Mexican persons. The omnipresent white cowboy is a Hollywood studio concoction meant to uphold the mythology of white masculinity.And understand that’s why its “boy”
Exactly. It was supposed to be an insult.
What is a woman’s place in this modern world? I rebel against this question, though so many of my peers ask it. The inherent bias in the inquiry seems invisible to so many of them. They consider themselves progressive because they are willing to challenge many of the assumptions of the past.
They ignore the greater assumption — that a ‘place’ for women must be defined and set forth to begin with. Half of the population must somehow be reduced to the role arrived at by a single conversation. No matter how broad that role is, it will be — by nature — a reduction from the infinite variety that is womanhood.
I say there is no role for women — there is, instead, a role for each woman, and she must make it for herself. For some it will be the role of scholar; for others it will be the role of wife. For others it will be both. For yet others it will be neither.
Do not mistake me in assuming I value one woman’s role above another. My point is not to stratify our society — we have done that far too well already — my point is to diversify our discourse.
A woman’s strength should not be in her role, whatever she chooses it to be, but in the power to choose that role. It is amazing to me that I even have to make this point, as I see it as the very foundation of our conversation.
Words of Radiance, by Brandon Sanderson
There aren’t many good flowers on Roshar, so Tien adds a few rocks too.
Kaladin keeps his even as the plants rot, and when Tien notices, he weaves in more rocks to replace them. When the weight is too much and it starts falling apart, he carves a new base, and finds better rocks, and eventually the flower crown is pretty much a proper crown.
It’s made of wood and rocks rather than gold and jewels, true, but it’s more precious than any precious gems.