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all men know is british imperialism, alcoholism, gay sex and getting mauled by the creature

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bro last night was comme ci comme ça

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me impatiently to the little french cat boiling me in a stew: chat am I cooked

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no art sadly cus school sucks ass but...

who is running the @napoleonic-confessions blog dude....

you need to pay for my therapy after reading some of these confessions... wowza...

some of them actually were fun to read and some others... woah. I feel like a totally different person after reading them confessions dawg. im not sure whether this is a good thing or not but them confessions has changed me as a whole. im scared.

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@ my boyfriend who wont get tumblr

"biologically, you can't get me pregnant"

"so you hate me?"

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The Terror's cinematography is absolutely breathtaking.

So many shots have compositions that look like they could be paintings in a museum exhibit on 19th Century Realism. Obsessed with the purposeful use of blocking to portray the class divide and the mundane but backbreaking labor of sailing.

Also, I love how, as a historical drama, it leans heavily into the camera language of sci-fi and horror to create this otherworldly and ominous feeling without having to be so on the nose. It's all about the light and framing--everything is stark or slightly offkilter like the glacial landscape slowly killing the characters.

Only two episodes in and this show might beat out even Severance when it comes to my favorite visual storytelling of 2025.

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Having a boyfriend is literally free

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Can we get a quick hummina hummina, hummina?

Hummina hummina hummina hummina hummina hummina hummina hummina hummina hummina

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Switching between these every day

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don’t talk to ME about gay yearning. in 2020 during lockdown i lived alone on a boat for three months. i went ashore once a day to work in a marine bio lab. we all had to access the lab at different times so we were never together & risking infection. i was alone all day every day, from my boat to the lab and back to my boat. one day a woman anchored her boat beside mine. we passed each other ashore just once at the harbor and she hit on me and invited me back to her boat. i told her i’d love nothing more but i could not risk exposure because of my weak immune system. she said it was a shame but that she understood. that night i was watering my vegetable garden i grew in 5 gallon buckets up on my roof and playing music on my speaker. “american pie” came on and she climbed up on her roof and shouted all the lyrics to every verse at me across the water and we danced together on our respective roofs. she raised anchor and moved on a few days later.

so yeah i know what it is to die a thousand deaths in an instant while your heart beats on.

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moving on to garment design