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every single person who reblogs this

every

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will get “doot doot" in their ask box

basically i always knew that in the end no one was coming to save me. sooooooo yeah

“AI made art more accessible!”

Makes me think of that Roald Dahl short story where he called people who use AI to plagiarize art dumb and mediocre and nothing makes me give more pleasure than the fact that this diva clocked these losers 71 years ago.

He has a lot of testimonials attesting to his effectiveness.

I feel like I really should have kissed more people by now than I have which is very sad.

Mama cat gargoyle

Cat with a kitten statue on the roof of the castle of Château de Pierrefonds, France. It was built between 1393-1407.

Pedro Friedeberg — The Sphinx (La Esfinge Deborah Devora El Arco Iris Arkoyriz) [ink, gouache and acrylic, on board, 1968]

What Do I Have to Show for Today?

Then again at night

This deep, crawling desire

Seeps into my heart, it demands:

"What do you want?"

I am rarely able to reply.

The question hooks onto my soul

And dribbles down my chin.

It confronts me during the day

And I have nothing to show for it.

Desolation often marks my days,

With little space for love and grace.

But, love often finds its place in little crevices.

I have nothing to show for my desires

But I did share a piece of garlic bread

With my friend

Maybe, that is all I have to show for today.

By- Anafterwritingparty

THE FOLLY OF BEING COMFORTED

One that is ever kind said yesterday:

"Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey,

And little shadows come about her eyes;

Time can but make it easier to be wise

Though now it seems impossible, and so

All that you need is patience."

Heart cries, "No,

I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain.

Time can but make her beauty over again:

Because of that great nobleness of hers

The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,

Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways

When all the wild Summer was in her gaze."

Heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head,

You'd know the folly of being comforted.

William Butler Yeats, c.1902

Memorised a poem by heart and smoked a cigarette, when I was kid this is what I thought my college life would look like. So here's to fulfilling some dreams I guess.

idk im really tired of 15-17 year olds who have never interacted with the gay community irl and spend too much time on tiktok trying to act like the authority on all that is lgbt+ 

I don't think I appreciate tumblr enough. Line girl gives me the much needed space to yap and I never utilise her as much as I should.

And I need to stop using this account like a journal.

Honestly I am so done atp the universe needs to drop a down bad man right into my lap. I really wanna experience love before this world fucking perishes.

Honestly I am so done atp the universe needs to drop a down bad man right into my lap. I really wanna experience love before this world fucking perishes.

Finally, someone gets it. Thank you Op. I am so sick and tired of people just reducing both of these characters to just love interests, as if they both did not make very specific and important points through their rebellion.

"Lenore Dove isn't as important as Maysilee etc." as if there isn't a reason HER quote is the title of the damn book smh

Been talking about this with friends so I present to you, the cursed spectrum of media literacy

It is so weird to realise that in my head I am still 18. It is as if the two years haven't passed at all.

cant express enough how derry girls is one of the funniest, devastating, tonally genius shows ever made

Daily affirmations:

Don't tell your mom everything, she is not your bestfriend.

Don't tell your mom everything, she is not your bestfriend.

Don't tell your mom everything, she is not your bestfriend.

Don't tell your mom everything, she is not your bestfriend.

Don't tell your mom everything, she is not your bestfriend.

Don't tell your mom everything, she is not your bestfriend.

Don't tell your mom everything, she is not your bestfriend.

Don't tell your mom everything, she is not your bestfriend.

Don't tell your mom everything, she is not-

im so ready to be in a relationship so whenever the universe is ready hmu with a keeper

Sometimes when I am alone all I fantasize about is love. I want to be loved. I want to be someone's first priority but then again I think it makes me sound boy crazy. The feeling of wanting love is so shameful. You can't say it out loud, you can't tell people about it. All You can do is just sit and hope. And it is so aggravating.

Okay but it’s fucking brilliant that one of the themes of the book was about the distortion of history.

Usually prequels are a dangerous thing to write because unless they’re planned out well in advance, they risk contradicting lore in the main series. Even still, we knew barely anything about Haymitch’s games. They were the perfect stomping ground for new information, with a rough series of events but without a close temporal connection to the main books.

But though she had this freedom and safety net, while she could have just written a story that aligned with what we knew, Collins leaned into the idea of contradicting past lore head on and made it the damn thesis of the book; that yeah, actually, it did play out entirely differently from how the characters saw it, and yes that contradicts what you were told, that’s the point.

We didn’t really know what happened in the 50th games until we read it from Haymitch’s perspective, because what little information we did have was spliced up and edited. The video evidence was processed through the Capital, and twisted to serve their purposes.

Tackling that idea of history being written by those in power with a notoriously inconsistent medium? Goddamn, writer that you are, Suzanne Collins.

i feel very stongly that elizabeth 100% would have sworn darcy to eternal secrecy about the fact that he had already proposed once unsuccessfully when she accepted, solely bc you just KNOW mr collins' smug ass would be like, "oh ho ho! huh! so apparently it IS the usual with young ladies to reject the addresses of the man whom they secretly mean to accept when he applies for their favor! hm! interesting!" and then she would be honor-bound to leap over lady catherine's dining table and strangle him

"straight actors shouldn't play gay roles" and how do you think Robert Sean Leonard is going to support his family????

Joan Didion’s home

I hate him more than PB Shelley which should tell you something.

Sylvia Plath, aged 30, in a letter to her mother, 5 months after discovering her husband's infidelity, and their subsequent separation (dated Friday, 14 December 1962)

["Ted" Hughes (aged 32) - her husband, who was having an affair with Assia Wevill (aged 35), a married woman who rented their London flat at Chalcot Square; Sylvia moved with their children (a 2-year-old daughter & an 11-month-old son) to 23 Fitzroy Road in London, at a rented flat, formerly a residence of W. B. Yeats]

I was so happy to get tumblr back just to get saddled with that God awful tumblr tv feature. The children crave for blogging sites not one more app with horrible short form content.