#i hate it out here
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iooiu · 2 years ago
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it’s a sharp learning curve 
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cyberthot666 · 5 months ago
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you are like a terrorist to me
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perfectlysunny02 · 9 months ago
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It’s 0234 and I have to go be Army Eddie. I hate being Army Eddie.
Don’t join kids. They’re liars.
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chaotic-on-main · 1 year ago
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idk who tf that was yesterday but I refuse to acknowledge or know her
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what-is-this-bakwaas · 2 years ago
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bustrkeaton · 2 years ago
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y’all ever make an entire gifset and then right before posting, wanna recolour the entire thing 🤭👍🏻
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s0fars0perfect · 3 days ago
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just got back from my interview. now i have to think about shit.
anyway, back to my svt marathon for rn though.
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stompandhollar · 3 months ago
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like. imagine seeing your sibling at 18. and then not seeing them again until you’re 28. and then not seeing them again until you’re both 58. but you’re identical twins so every time you look in the mirror you wonder if this is what they would’ve looked like.
imagine never needing glasses but your brother did, and then in your adulthood your eyes get worse and you suddenly need glasses and you pick out the same frames your brother wore.
imagine always protecting your brother growing up cause he was different and kids picked on him. but you always protected him. and then you have a falling out and neither of you speak for years, and then finding out that in those years you didn’t speak, he was being isolated and tortured by a monster and didn’t think you’d come if he called. but then he calls and you go. and his house has blood on the floor in every room and writing on the walls and his journal devolves into paranoid ramblings. and you can’t protect him because you showed up and he got ripped away. and you can’t even ask him what the writing or the blood or the state of the house means because he’s gone. and you don’t have a penny to your name so you have to clean the blood up yourself and fix the house and live there. so you board up his room.
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inkskinned · 2 months ago
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this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.
good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.
sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.
so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.
one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.
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thelittlestspider · 5 months ago
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it's sick that i'm out here struggling and these places are either outright rejecting my application or sitting on it for months.
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perfectlysunny02 · 1 year ago
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I don’t understand “I’m here for a good time, not a long time” because I’m literally having the worst time of my life and it feels like it’s never gonna fucking end.
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shyaringan · 10 days ago
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Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London
(day 1)
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hinamie · 4 months ago
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I don't want to regret the way I lived
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wanologic · 2 months ago
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and they were roommates
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theghostofbean · 1 year ago
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”Men think about the Roman Empire” “What’s the female version of the Roman Empire” SHUT UPPPPP. SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPPP. AS A WOMAN I LOVE THE ROMAN EMPIRE. AS A WOMAN I LOVE ANCIENT HISTORY AND BATTLES AND POLITICAL INSTABILITY. THE “GIRL VERSION OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE” IS THE ROMAN EMPIRE. IM GOING TO STAB YOU 23 TIMES
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s0fars0perfect · 1 month ago
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today has been such a weird, horrible day. and yet my brain was like: what if i make it worse by filling out a job application?
i don't know what to do, dude
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