crying at 2am bc
malakais letter to amerie burned up
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so uh i saw the first episode of the interview with the vampire show. im never going to be normal again in my life
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at every concert fall out boy sings fall out boy songs. as you can imagine, this is quite devastating to me
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me after years of only knowing bits and pieces about Lord of the Rings through pop culture osmosis and now finally getting blasted with all three full-length movies back to back in theaters:
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WE’RE GETTING THEM BACK!!!
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side note. im just upset now about how it feels like my work is no longer belonging to me. I dont get to choose what it is put into. it is now a comodity for whoever believes that they have a right to my work.
When I work in an art-based industry, what I produce will not be my own. It will be owned by another company who hired me. I could spend hours on it and pour my life force into what I create, but it could be held by the company and not released or released and removed from my ownership.
Now tumblr is the same. now every website is the same. You never have control of what you post forever. You never get to choose what happens to your online work. But now I know that what I post will go directly into the content meatgrinder that is AI technology. I will not get to choose this. I will not get to own my work any more. Even if I opt out, even if thousands of users opt out, not everybody will. Not everybody will know. Not everybody will want to. Not everybody will be bothered.
Theres a difference between individuals reposting my work onto pinterest and an entire blog being fed into AI. Theres a difference between a single human feeding artwork that isnt theirs into AI and an automatic process in which my data, my artwork, my life is being fed into AI. I will never own my own work again unless I keep it directly next to me and never share it.
Im debating pulling all of my work from this website.
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there’s something truly mind shattering about two people who meet as baby teens and then again as older teens, and fall in love—but is it love?? The beginnings of something like love?? Something that tastes, and smells, and feels just like love— but they're both way too immature in their own ways and time does NOT heal all wounds, and meeting again as adults where one has the fury of the fucking SUN in her hands and the other would be down to pull an Icarus if he had any less control of his heart, and what are they??
I mean, it’s quite unhinged to believe that anyone should fight so damn hard for someone who refuses to accept the love he thinks he don’t deserve?? Aren’t they tired??
Aren’t they tired.
No. They’re in love. They always have been. But the numbskull Baxter finally got a clue. So they’re okay and I’m clearly not.
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