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secretsiwhispertothemoon · 6 months ago
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inkskinned · 2 years ago
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"it's so embarrassing you like that popular thing" "oh ew that geeky/strange thing is so cringe lol" "oh it's kind of weird you get excited about that harmless shit"
dude i love how ironic and jaded you are and that's so cool and sexy of you. and i am so so glad to tell you - you won!! we all had a meeting and we decided that you won, and we are writing your name on the inside of a burger king crown. the marker smeared, sorry, but we knew any form of real effort is ugly to you. but anyway. congrats! you are officially the coolest, most ironic, most jaded person in-the-world-right-now. we would throw you a party but you would think it was totally boring - and besides, we're weird so we wouldn't have been coming. we would have brought our love of beetles and of baking and of little canapes. we would have brought our artsy videogames and pages of writing. we would have written a poem with you, our hands covered in ink, and spread out a canvas to dance on, the night so lurid and pink.
but do not worry. we will not throw the party. we will just get you a ringlight and that crown i mentioned. it is a nice crown, except for where one of us dropped it.
the vote was a really hard one because we had so many cool ironic people to pick off the shelves. all of you have hands that rot fruit, how strange is that - you can't look at something without destroying it for other people. you like it when you can squeeze a person into a pinpoint - all us small ones scampering our little feet around our ugly joys. the vote was also a hard one because we kept our voices down because you don't like it when we talk too loud. you were on your phone at the time, talking to people other than us. you are a ghoul of every moment - half in, half out, you resent us for being here without shame or embarrassment.
so good news! we have invented an island for people like you. you get to go there and speak into the air things like if you still like watching harmless twitch streamers in 2023 you're fucking boring. you will say things like liveplay podcasts are fucking ugly and it's kind of awkward they try to make everything gay. on the island we made you, all of your words will have weight. they will form in the air like icicles, large white behemoth letters that will crumple in anvils around your feet. maybe we will send someone there once in a while to sweep, but honestly you might be there for a while, alone, waiting. we are busy being outside looking for mushrooms and flapping our hands and humming. we are busy kicking our little heels while we watch cringey tv. we are busy - sorry! as an apology, we have pre-filled the island with every bland, mediocre, unscented thing we could find. the island has the texture of american cheese. the island has an ocean that never gets angry. the island is perfect for you, trust me. you will be so happy there - as happy as you can be, ironically.
we want to say we are sorry for doing harmless things that you find annoying, childish, or unappealing - but we are not sorry. we thought we could help you, because we don't mind laughing at ourselves, but it turns out you are allergic to color and noise and atmosphere, so this is the best that we can do for now. we are all making a big shirt that says i voted in the ironic monarchy. we got you one that is just a fast fashion buttondown. i am so excited for you and this island and the big life you have won. you have a cool jaded grey life and miles of irony to roam. i love you! be well.
now leave us alone.
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firefly464 · 4 months ago
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Because you are love
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nenoname · 3 months ago
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still love how the book starts out with stan beating up the statue and taking ford's discarded one dollar bills and then ends with stan completely destroying bill and ripping up money just to spite him
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witchlingcirce · 2 months ago
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ANYYY shadowhunter who has black hair, some herondale descendant, and is flirty af will ALWAYS be in my top 5 no takers
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purgaytorysupremacy · 1 year ago
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"I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time."
Richard Siken, "Little Beast", Crush
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kiisuuumii · 3 months ago
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@kiisuuumii (yours, eve)
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sapphothetic · 1 year ago
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“i can’t hide a love that has drained my body” studying for my arabic final
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corpsentry · 24 days ago
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distance is a knife
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lost-romantique · 3 months ago
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Just a thought...
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Sometimes I wish I could enjoy Helluva Boss like any normal person, without the need to talk and communicate with others about it.
Sometimes, I just want to enjoy the show for the sake of enjoyment.
Because seeing the characters interact:
Seeing Blitzø trying his damndest for his company and for the people he loves, despite his self-hatred seething out at every opportunity.
Seeing Stolas love so hard despite living a privileged and sheltered life devoid of the very love he rightfully deserves.
Seeing Moxxie finally have the guts to stand up to his abusive father, who tried to raise him as a ruthless leader.
Seeing Millie fiercely protect the love of her life, because the very thought of losing that special someone would destroy her.
Seeing Loona learn to love and appreciate her dad, and fit in as a young adult who was raised in the system.
Seeing Octavia try her best to go through and navigate her mother and father's tumultuous divorce, and learn how to cope.
Seeing Fizz stand up and escape his toxic and horrible boss that treated him like ass.
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I just genuinely have such a strong love for the show, and I want to share it with people.
Of course, I have a favorite (as if it wasn't obvious), and yeah I like to yap, but I simply like to yap about the things I love, and I simply want to discuss it with people that genuinely love the show with all their heart.
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It's scary how quickly a Fandom can grow toxic, how people look at a piece of media and enjoy it just as much as you do, but in a different way.
Those differences breed hatred and twist your words like a knife, but such is life.
Our thoughts and feelings are weapons, and in someone else's story, we are the enemy for simply sharing a difference of opinion.
At the same time...
Our thoughts and feelings are words of affirmation, signs that we're not alone in this way of thinking.
Sometimes just having people agree with you, is comforting. And by finding people that think the way you think, validates your thoughts in ways you don't expect.
Therefore, our thoughts and feelings can also save people.
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In conclusion, I love this show a lot, and I just want to talk to people about it.
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Also, like look at this red lizard.
I love him. I hope you do too.
He's so misunderstood.
But I love him.
He's an asshole.
But I adore him.
He's an idiot.
But I want to give him a hug.
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decisions-at-3am · 3 months ago
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Do you ever think of me As I have thought of you?
I saw the scribblings of Muddled lines from your life. Day-to-day inspirations, All carefully collected.
I wanted to know how it felt. So I wrote, day and night. But I may have been mistaken, You, the subject of what I write.
It's increasingly clear that, I do not have varied interests. Everything loops back to you, You are my forever muse.
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sysig · 1 year ago
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Hey, hey! RnR not requested! (Patreon)
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sukugo · 5 months ago
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Gojo gives a note to sukuna like : "I wanted to write
A cute hikyu for you
Do you wanna smash?"
He does not, in fact, end up smashing he gets a long winded passionate lecture about the art of poetry and tries hollow purple-ing himself halfway through
GDJDHDJDJFFHFDJF worst part is, gojo IS capable of good poetry. and sukuna know this. but he likes lecturing (and poetry), even though satoru spends 90% of the time talking back and finishing sukuna's sentences, giving supposed correcting comments (that get debated. and then debated back. and so on and so forth)
but sukuna keeps at it, and satoru does learn quite a few things. technicalities that instantly improve his verse. or at least align it more towards heian era style poetry. sukuna is proud.
and THEN they fuck. obviously
#jjk#f.ask#sukugo#satoru relates it to more modern style. and talks in reference point to that. he does have slight knowledge of olden poetry tho#and then on the flipside satoru teaches sukuna more about modern arts. old man that he is. he needs to get with the times.#but also omg do u think sukuna sings? or at least tends to be someone who hums under his breath? it suits him.......#and what does he listen to? reggaetón. obviously#everytime teaching is involved in anything ship i always think about that part in hidoku shinaide where maya has like a test the next day#and he has to study so the other guy forgot his name starts whispering the formulas into his ear while they're having sex so he can learn#them. and then the next day. maya is in the middle of his test and he gets a bo/ner#in the middle bc thinking about what he learned made him be plagued him with memories of them fucking#is this relevant. no.#but also yes#sukugo teach each other WHILE they fuck#also gojo DOES end up making a Beautiful poem. but it virtually says the same thing. still an invitation for sex#and sukuna follows it. and they have a lil exchange. with each poem more deranged than the previous. but also much more polished as well.#someone 1000 years later finding an exchange of poems by the great sukuna and Gojo prominent figures in the poetry world.#they translate them. it's all just about how much they wanna tear each other apart (sexually) (and non as well let's be honest)#honeslty. i would LOVE to see sukugo teach each other things. it would be amazing.#somehow they are turned on by how annoying the other is
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maeo-png · 1 year ago
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Simon Petrikov, Healing, Self-love, and a smidge more of Greek mythology if you really squint
“Ulysses” poem excerpt by Alfred Tennyson // Fionna and Cake Episode 10 “Cheers” // “Exitlude” by The Killers // “Cheers” // “Talk To Me” by cavetown // “a poem traveled down my arm” by Alice Walker // “Cheers” // “Ulysses” book by James Joyce
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ilovedthestars · 6 months ago
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here's the thing. yes, some pieces of art are "better" than others. there are many criteria you can measure that with--technical skill, creativity, clarity, conceptual depth, successful execution of the artist's intentions, etc., and i do think it's useful to clarify which ones you're using as a measuring stick. but like, of course you can evaluate art. of course you can be critical (in the "art critic" sense) of art. (among other things, that's one of the most important ways to get better at making art yourself.)
however. when it comes down to evaluating what gets to count as art. what art even gets to have a seat at the table. i will go to bat for the thing that isn't as "good" every single time.
you can say you think a piece of art is bad. you can say you think it lacked technical skill, or clarity, or conceptual depth, and you consider those important elements of a successful work. i might even agree with you. but if you think that means it doesn't matter, someone is going to die on this hill and it isn't going to be me
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faaun · 7 months ago
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procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally
#on my friends living room floor they love together but one of them has been london for weeks or maybe months#to be with her love. im on a foam mattress from one of their beds next to a glass bottle of water opened by one of them#in a mug given to me by another. the weather felt like my childhood today and it also felt like 2 years ago.#(put space in the heavens Einstein's idea and hes your friend too so nothing to fear) around the table they drank and laughed and i thought#i hope you keep growing so full with the love you receive . i hope your appetite becomes insatiable from how used to it you are#and i know youre all leaving soon but i hope one day you miss this and that youll be happy you miss it#its worth missing i think#i thought he didnt care but he said after exams hes going walk around this area over and over#(this is near where he lived and where we visited almost daily for a year)#(hed come across the bridge on a lake)#we went where she used to live and at the entrance a fox sat calmly. it just yawned and stared.#it felt important somehow. i think maybe their impressions of me will never be close to how i feel inside but i think#i love them enough for that not to matter. i dont think theyll ever know this. i dont think if they did it would change much.#and seeing them smile makes my heart glow anyway. today i tried their malaysian tea the ginger burned my throat#they warmed my heart. hes going to canada soon and hes going to the US soon and shes going everywhere soon ill never understand#how were supposed to live with memories and with seperation and with the past but we do it anyway so i think it doesnt matter much#i wanted to write a poem for the lab rats with the fibre optic wires lit with blue forcing them to turn around and around#something about how im sorry that the two photon arrays burned the inside of your brain. im sorry about the sharp points of multielectrode#arrayes. im sorry about everything we do to you. she asked to see me tomorrow. im trying to have self control but i miss her so awfully#last night my friend talked to me and i updated on everything that happened with love and the lack of it and she just started laughing#and she told me about the same thing from her side. and she told me about how she loved london because she would walk the streets#and she felt like the people were her. and her eyes would go over the people and the bag of bagels and the construction men they probably#have a kid at home maybe shes a daughter. this kid is crying for her mother and the building you just walked past caused#blisters and pain and people died in it and very likely people were born in it. we talked for hours and i felt like#i was holding her hand just like that time she held mine watching a horror film. i love her so much#my friend is a genius and i remember her picking up the charms of my phone and staring at the leaf hanging from them. shes side stepping to#music drinking dangerous cider and cocktails from a movie and chit chatting with billionaires and undergrads#i love her dearly. his head covered in electrodes. she tells me about a syrian guy shes in love with and she says#what you feel and what i feel is like cocaine. ive tried a lot of fucking cocaine.#she says ive reminded her of what living actually feels like and to never put energy into someone who doesnt see me this way.
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