one thing about me is that i will lose my mind about the personification of the house
this house hates you. this house loves you. this house wont ever let you leave. this house has eyes & a mouth. you could make this house speak. you could make this house cry. this house has seen the worst parts of you & wants to keep you inside it forever. this house will die with you. etc.
y’know i bet after a while prometheus kinda liked it when he had his liver pecked out and eaten. faggot.
slapping modeling clay around blindly without thought or purpose, i look down and find a perfectly sculpted replica of myself seated at a table with a lump of modeling clay before me, similarly shaped into a still smaller instance of the same scene. and i am afraid to look up
This happened to the sumerian gods.
Hozier speaking Irish on the same album where he unabashedly sings abt the preservation of native tongues in the face of colonization/imperialism….. this album may kill me dead, i fear.
the thing about destiel miscommunication specifically is that it is typically not "one person communicates poorly to the other" or "one person misinterprets clear communication." it's both of them doing their best to communicate but neither of them realizing that everything they say is being run through several layers of filters and baggage. you know when you put something complex into a translator, then take that translation and run it through again, putting it back in its original language, but it's not exactly the same? that's what they're unintentionally doing, and neither of them know they're doing it, and neither of them knows the other is doing it.
foreman. babe. we’re at the bottom end of season 8. you have worked here for almost a decade. why are you still surprised there's medical malpractice going on at the medical malpractice department that you, personally, used to do medical malpractice at
some of my fave tags on this post
god this show is truly bonkers isn’t it.
of course movies are supposed to make you feel something it’s just that greta gerwig’s filmography manages to somehow specifically activate the exact state of my brain in seventh grade when i realized that my cishet girl peers were having life experiences that i could not ever be included in or understand because they were cishet girls and i wasn’t. sad!
i think it’s just because the “womanhood is about ontologically suffering and bearing a lot of cognitive dissonance and pain but we all must bear it regardless” doesn’t work for me because i Know. there is another way
there's something so compelling to me about the fact that sometimes leaving a blade or bullet inside the wound it made is the only way to prevent you from bleeding to death. something about the ironic symbolism of it. when the thing designed and intended to kill you is the only thing keeping you alive.
also yes i do enjoy a bit of penetration imagery and the perverse intimacy of violence. if you must know.
the comic im finishing started off making fun of dean for being ridiculous but then became embarrassingly earnestly sincerely tender about him and protective of him
he just… hes just, just a gay little boy just a gay little b
1 week earlier:
Oh you're trans? Why don't we transition into making out in my bed?
Oh you take hormones? How about I make you whore moan?
Hold on, let me look something up real quick
Yeah this is funny
if Candice has a picture phone why did she never just take a photo of what phineas and ferb were doing and text it to her mom
if she did this doofenshmirtz would just be like you see perry the platypus i sold my old computer at the pawn shop but i forgot to delete all those embarrassing photos from the christmas party, which is why i’ve invented the pixel-replacinator! and then as candace is going to text her mom the photo the phone gets hit with the beam and she looks down and she’s just texted her mom a photo of doofenshmirtz in a sexy elf costume or smth. candace can never fucking win the universe bends to facilitate her psychological torment
It should follow, you know this, like the panels of a comic strip, we should be belted in, but you still can't get beyond your skin, and they're trying to drive you into the ground, to see if anything walks away.
Driving - Not Washing - Richard Siken
when I was a child my cat died and the only way I could rationalise it was drawing her being crucified because I went to a catholic school and I thought that just happened to everyone when they died
I cant comment on this just fucking look at it
i will ALWAYS clap my hands excitedly and lean forward in my seat when someone tells a character to "keep your dog on a leash" only for it to turn out they're referring to another person
the way it reframes the entire relationship dynamic between the two people being addressed. the way wilful loyalty becomes hopeless devotion. the way aggression and violence goes from honorable and rational to bestial and instinctual. the ways faith and trust intersect with codependency and reliance. the questions about power and who wields it in the relationship it opens up. the way it functions as both an insult and an expression of intimidation, of fearful submission.
call me moses. um. call her. um wait. call me moses the way her bush speaks to me
