cat on film 😽

Cape Cod Evening, 1939. Edward Hopper, 1882–1967. Oil on canvas.

“In the injunction that we become our most “complete” or “self-realized” selves, no guideline was provided to help determine what differentiated a complete from an incomplete self. A new emotional hierarchy was drawn by psychologists – between self-realized individuals and those who struggled with a panoply of problems. But, and this is undoubtedly one of the most striking features of therapeutic culture, at the same time that it put health and self-realization at the center of a narrative of self, it also made a wide variety of behaviors into signs and symptoms of a “neurotic,” “unhealthy,” “self-defeating” self. In fact, when one examines the set of assumptions underlying most of the books using therapeutic language, a clear pattern structuring the therapeutic form of thought emerges: the ideal of health or self-realization defines a contrario a wide variety of dysfunctions. In other words, emotionally unhealthy behaviors are deduced from an implicit reference to and comparison with the model and ideal of the “fully self-realized life.” If we transposed this ideal to the realm of physical health, this would be analogous to saying that someone who does not use the full potential of his muscles is sick, with the difference that in the psychological discourse, the definition of what qualifies as a “strong muscle” is unclear and perpetually moving.” 

Eva Illouz, Cold Intimacies: The Making of Emotional Capitalism 

Please do not dislike this skull. Once it could laugh and cry like you...

truly my cat

gaslight 

gatekeep

goncharov

Moby Dick is like. Imagine if you had no place in the world so much that you were considering going at sea which is like dying but it's also the only way to live. Imagine if God was in the sea and Death was a beast in waiting and Death was a ship in the sea and God was in Death and the beast and the ship and in the book you are holding. Imagine if you could hear the thunderous voice of the almighty in every rolling wave but you were too stubborn to listen. Imagine if there was a fish (editor's note: not a fish) and this fish was the world and this fish was god and this fish was death and this fish was this book. But most importantly imagine the hottest man ever. Like wise and noble and broad shoulders and tattoos everywhere. That's my husband

the group chat when i ask whos available to hang out next week