[alameerw-deactivated20230409]

Maybe I was, but now i’m not

[lostlibrarycard]

Tomihiko Morimi, The Tatami Galaxy (translated by Emily Balistrieri)

[ispyspookymansion]

being in your 20s is truly just living ibuprofen to ibuprofen

[1anonyymous1]

i love being in bed like yea everything is terrible but at least i’m in bed

[fairycosmos]

how to get rid of the feeling that there is something irreversibly and unforgiveably wrong with you?????????

[fairycosmos]

they should make a me who knows how to stop fucking being like this

[lovelyardie]

[metamorphesque]

Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf

[arainyevening]

i miss you so bad. i miss the idea of you. you were not you.

[bish0ps]

Can you explain this gap in your blog history

[shithowdy]

"i'm not triggered or upset by or even ideologically opposed to it, i just associate it with something so bad that i can't enjoy it anymore" is such a frustrating relationship to have with a piece of media

[arainyevening]

this but applied to my life as a whole

[sweatermuppet]

call me the tumblr app the way i continue to get worse

[imgladyourehereholdme]

whatever. eats myself whole

[ladyfrnkenstein-deactivated2023]

little miss doesn't want to think anymore she just wants to be held by someone

[arainyevening]

im so embarassed LOL - everyone knew how in love i was. i don’t even want to say it ended. every post, song, movie, comment about love and longing, every public display of affection/closeness/intimacy - reminds me of him. and I want to rip my hair out and ask how could i have been better. it makes me so painfully happy for everyone else though. because even if i didn’t deserve it, at least others do. always always always better for others. never anything for myself. i had accepted my fate a long time ago. so cruel to show me otherwise, to show me light and warmth, and take it away like it was never mine in the first place.

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Eurydice”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[arainyevening]

hoax , hollow. beyond anything I’ve ever felt. this is the biggest betrayal.

[prokopetz]

One of my favourite bits of media history trivia is that back in the Elizabethan period, people used to publish unauthorised copies of plays by sending someone who was good with shorthand to discretely write down all of the play's dialogue while they watched it, then reconstructing the play by combining those notes with audience interviews to recover the stage directions; in some cases, these unauthorised copies are the only record of a given play that survives to the present day. It's one of my favourites for two reasons:

It demonstrates that piracy has always lay at the heart of media preservation; and

Imagine being the 1603 equivalent of the guy with the cell phone camera in the movie theatre, furtively scribbling down notes in a little book and hoping Shakespeare himself doesn't catch you.

[metamorphesque]

— Anne Sexton, Imitations of Drowning

[metamorphesque]

— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"