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absolutely hate it when the pleasurable activity procrastination hits. i’m going to do something fun that brings me joy but not yet. yeah, not yet. not yet. maybe i shouldn’t do it at all, it’s not that fun

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Our grocery store has a Perishable Manager and a Non-Perishable Manager and I know it’s talking about the departments they oversee but really it seems like Seth may be mortal but David will never die

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give me the aux cable

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this is your captain speaking. do you guys remember 9/11 [escalating clamor of passengers freaking out] woah woah hey hey i was just curious. christ. am i not allowed to make conversation

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Honestly forget rotating just one blorbo like a rotisserie chicken my brain is one of those markets where it's twelve birds per spit and there's about six spits and they are rotating my various Silly Little Guys all at once.

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500 years from now there’s gonna be some film historian who’s entire career is built off of searching for a copy of goncharov

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Louis putting his hand on Armand's tits chest

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i've started reading tvl and no amount of posts telling me there's a "huge tonal shift" could have prepared me for this HUGE TONAL SHIFT this is the funniest fucking thing i've ever read it genuinely goes like:

louis, narrator of iwtv: as i wandered the streets of paris, i wished most of all for death. i had called to god, to satan, anyone, to find meaning in it all. but for an evil creature such as myself there is no place in this world. there can be no love where this evil lies. it was as though a veil separated me from all that could be good and righteous. i did not deserve to love and be loved in return, not by claudia, lestat, armand. to attempt it would be a sisyphean task, a fools tale. and yet...... the need for hole from armand was so great. greater was only the need for........ living human blood.

lestat, narrator of tvl: hey guys, my name is lestat, you may know me because i'm really hot and sexy. english isn't my first language so sorry if i make any mistakes!! okay here's my story: after rotting beneath the earth for decades, my hot and sexy body has finally risen from the ground. i used to be depressed, but now i'm slutting it up again in the 20th century! first thing i did was get some (hot and sexy) new clothes and then wore them while riding my (hot and sexy) motorcycle and listening to bach on my sony walkman. while i was watching this super niche indie film (you've probably not heard of it) "apocalypse now" i realized that i'm so evil that i shouldn't exist. but then i realized what could make me deserve to live on this planet: rock n roll music.

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i talked shit about him the whole time!

drabble for @loumandmicrofic

prompt: mirror/stranger

Lestat is ranting again, more about the book, spit flying from his lips in fury. His anger is sloppier than Louis remembers, less frightening, or maybe it’s just that Louis knows more about fear, now.

You’re gained experience, Armand interjects from where he’s sitting beside Louis, fingers tapping over his iPad. The years apart hardened you, and softened him. He shoots Louis a sly grin, his eyes dancing the way they used to do right before they fucked a competitor over. He knows that, and he’s scared.

Louis resists the urge to smile back, it wouldn’t do to be grinning at shadows right now. He tries to focus on Lestat, who’s saying something about driving on the bridge, contemptuous at the idea of Louis ever ruling anyone. Hadn’t he claimed to be ruled by Louis, once?

In response, Louis talks about tracing numbers. He feels Armand’s fingers running along his shoulder as he speaks, outlining a number four.

“Ten,” Louis whispers later, while washing his hands in the bathroom. Over his shoulder in the mirror, he can see Armand smile.

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opposite of a wife guy im a my friends guy. oh you like that flower thats crazy my friend literally gardens. oh you ate a bagel today thats crazy when i hung out with my friend we got bagels. oh you took a walk by some water that's crazy because a year ago me and my friend took this specific walk by the water and it was meaningful. phone screen of my friends. always talking about my friends. starting to think nobody else has my friends in the same way that i have my friends and im really sorry about that you know what i mean

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I feel like the common literacy advice to "read critically" is very daunting when you first start reading (especially in self study) non fiction or theory and you keep experiencing the common "agree with the last position you heard" problem. this problem persists for much longer than people like to think it does - how are you supposed to question opinions you hear if the thesis of every book you read is the first opinion you ever encountered on a topic? how do you know what to think when everyone tells you they're right? this is just my experience but for me the two things that helped the most were:

to read criticism; reviews of books, someone's 10 note tumblr post, essays that respond to those ideas, twitter threads, your friend who took a class one time, etc. simply put, the more you steal people's opinions, the more you can sharpen your own. this gave me an idea of what the stakes are, how to pick and choose useful and useless aspects of a text, and, metatextually, what kind of aspects of a text can be criticized, a scope that is much much bigger than I initially thought, and:

to focus on a single topic at first. it's seductive to want to read everything because of the way people write those theory essential reading lists but only reading one seminal book on each topic is not a way to develop your understanding. by starting with various books that deal with a specific topic that interests you (for me, 19th century french psychiatry) you can get a better sense of the various approaches to a topic, the way historians contradict and respond to each other, the difference between an academic book, a news article, an anonymous anarchist library essay, and a communist propaganda leaflet on the same topic, and most importantly: you realize, as you accumulate knowledge, that published writings are often wrong and false! and realising the scope of this helps you be more confident in doubting and questioning any piece of writing in a critical way.

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i went to "mad at me" island expecting to find people i knew, something i understood. but when my boat landed, standing upon the shore were a million empty husks wearing my own face. every foot of the island was occupied, and everywhere i went, they watched me with contempt. they never spoke, never breathed. they simply watched. no matter how i grovelled and begged, snarled and cursed, tried to hide or kicked and hit, they simply stared. the hatred in their gaze was inescapable, but i could hardly return it, knowing that their doomed existence was of my own creation. knowing that the hatred was nobody's but my own. in the end i just wept, unable to stand the relentless gaze of my own infinite glare.

the guy who i accidentally cut off in traffic last week was there also

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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 1.01, "In Throes of Increasing Wonder…" 2.08, "And That's The End of It. There's Nothing Else"

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reblog and put in the notes what your favorite niche background warrior cat is. and i don't mean like nightcloud or berrynose i mean like dig deep

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it's just me and my horrible reputation (friend sent it to me)