you ever hear a new song and immediately go “oooh the fake scenarios in my head are gonna love this”
On December 20, 2012 Vertigo was re-released in Portugal.
More Rumours outtakes by photographer Herbert Worthington, 1977.
reminder: romanticizing your mental illness doesn’t make it any less of an illness. there’s nothing cute about suffering. there’s nothing cute about rotting. there’s nothing cute about starving yourself. there’s nothing cute about self destruction. there’s nothing cute about self isolation. it’s not cute. it’s not pretty. it’s not your “girl interrupted” fantasy. voicing your own mental health struggles is a lot different from some of the encouragement and endorsement that i see here on tumblr. i say this as someone who struggles with depression, anxiety, and a former eating disorder. we should be uplifting each other, not promoting serious psychological disorders that have the means to cause serious harm. there’s toxicity in this community, which i want no part of, and it needs to be addressed.
- signed a psychology undergrad
actually that era of mental health recovery where u think of mitski and fiona apple and aren’t like “omg sad girl music” but see mature grown women who’s since reflected on past experiences and have processed them and that trying to make an attempt to feel what you are feeling instead of repressing it and pretending everything is fine is much more beneficial to u. and that such self reflection as they have made is also possible for u and u do not do be deeply suffering to make beautiful art.
ur twenties is just reciting "life is tough but i am tougher" 500 times a day. sometimes thru tears
Fiona Apple music hits hard when you're starving yourself for a man snd you hate your mother
I think an under-discussed component of "Twink Death" is that whatever allowance we are awarded to express femininity and androgyny is tied to youth. It can be charming in a "boyish" way, but it's a phase we're supposed to grow out of when we reach a certain age and revert to the generic category of men. Are many afraid to age because we live in a youth-obsessed culture and want to remain fuckable? Well yes, but I see a real fear that suddenly our gender expression will be seen as embarrassing or perverted. It's also of course fucked up that gender expression should be tied to body type to begin with!
Anyway let's talk solutions. Obsessing over the word "Twink" is a symptom of people's only exposure to gay culture being porn and Grindr. Offline, the word you're looking for is QUEEN. The term doesn't depend on age, body type or race. It's sometimes honorific, sometimes bitchy, always from the heart. We all need to get offline and meet role models who prove we have long, flamboyant gay lives ahead of us. Queens with robust social and sex lives, fat queens, balding queens, queens with thick regional accents, Black queens and fems to whom we owe the world, all of them. Feminine gays who are afraid to age: your femininity will not wither away but ferment and flourish into something powerful and inspiring. Live in defiance of a culture that says femininity has an expiration date. Who cares about being a twink? Be a queen.
cat purrs are so funny they’re like hello i need everyone to know. that i am cozy
today i must be a recovering passive-aggressive personality. how can people sit on a train and not notice each other? how can people resist the urge to connect somehow? not compulsively, totally without tact or genility but sometimes strangers do recognize each other. of course, i'm talking about young females. not to fuck or to fuck with but maybe just to satisfy curiosity ... or maybe my hormones are still working overtime, just like my beautiful filthy mind, and i seek some very light entertainment. can people feel my eyes on them as i do theirs on me? do we all know that we're here in this social prison system? why aren't we prepared to have more fun being human beings? will women ever outgrow the scars inflicted upon them by a world ruled by men? must my fantasies be stuck working overtime? living in the abstract is a cancer and a hell, my love, and the leveling of a heated daydream to the edicts of blessed reality is a sad and necessary execution to witness ... the beheading of a tortured blond haired boy-child. and all of the garbage that was stuffed in his skull is now carried to the pyre to burn and add to the stench of all the other little deaths caused by the impotence of his judgement throughout his life. his overgrown life raised by a spank-wielding kissing machine. my hair looks like shit and I'm feeling embarrassed and ugly all around.
Fiona Apple // photo: Jason Nocito for Nylon magazine, 2005
having an eating disorder is so fuckign cringe
i don't even trust men and I'm like "men ain't shit" but everytime i talk to a man who could be into me, deep inside, i really just want to starve myself until I have a body worth loving
this fucking sucks