Couldn’t stop thinking about how the drive for queer joy and queer media getting happy endings made this gorgeous show and found a way to make some of Jacob Tiereny’s quotes into an edit
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Three Goblin Art
Sade Olutola
Stranger Things
Jules of Nature

if i look back, i am lost
Today's Document
Keni
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
$LAYYYTER

pixel skylines
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Kaledo Art

Product Placement
YOU ARE THE REASON
trying on a metaphor
cherry valley forever

#extradirty

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Couldn’t stop thinking about how the drive for queer joy and queer media getting happy endings made this gorgeous show and found a way to make some of Jacob Tiereny’s quotes into an edit
Please stop he is drowning…..
Gone forever
Something nobody prepares you for is that the better you get at writing the harder it becomes. beginners write freely because they don't know enough to know what's wrong. then you learn. and suddenly you can see every single flaw in real time as you're making it and you have to write anyway while your own brain is in the corner going "that's a weak verb. that transition is lazy. you've used that word three times." getting good at this is mostly just getting better at ignoring yourself.
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sorry to keep doing this but realizing phoenix wright is 23 for like half of the first game has completely rewired my brain. hard reset on the way i think about every single character in this game. i cant stop picturing them acting like me and my lame ass 20something year old friends. they should be at the club begging strangers for cigarettes
eat an entire can of sweetened condensed milk. you deserve it.
(sigh) okay... (CRUUEEENNNCH....) (SCREEEEEENCH...) owie.. (CRUUEEENCH)
this is one of the most rewarding things about posting self care tips on this site. witnessing people's lives getting better in real time. this is why I post
nicole gosling's message to fans 💗
The assassin you sent after me is part of my found family now
eyes emoji was the perfect invention for nosy people. like 👀 whats going on over here 👀👀 i just wanna know #LetMeKnow 👀👀👀
so hard not to become the most annoying person on earth if you're a little excitable and just learned a little about a topic literally no one around you has any interest in
if you've ever applied for a job you deserve 50 million dollars in financial compensation
victoire_lphf: From the moment you arrived in Montréal, you brought a winning mindset that quickly made an impact on the team. Your intensity, consistency, and determination raised the level around you, both on and off the ice. This season perfectly reflected the player you are: competitive, committed, and decisive in key moments. You helped shape our identity and success by embodying the standards of our organization. And now, you leave as a champion, a perfect reflection of your immediate impact within our group. Thank you for everything, and best of luck in Vegas!
victoire_lphf: Our very first selection in the inaugural draft, you helped lay the foundation of this organization from day one. On the ice, your talent, leadership, and determination helped shape the identity of this team. Off the ice, your professionalism, authenticity, and commitment to the community left a lasting impact.
Over three seasons, you inspired your teammates, connected with our fans, and played a key role in the growth of our organization. Thank you for everything you’ve brought to this team over the past three years.
And now, you leave Montréal as a champion, a fitting reflection of all you’ve contributed to this organization over the years. You will always be part of the Victoire’s history. We wish you all the best in the next chapter.
HR scenes as a pride flag
who up in a kafka-esque rut sleep deprived, casually malnourished, socially awkward, painfully self-conscious, struggling financially, lacking community, altogether anhedonic
I think a lot about who I am to other people in the world–particular who I am to strangers as a mere concept in their lives.
Today this woman called our information desk and said, “my son’s band is playing tonight. I want to come see him, but he never answers his phone…..I want to be there. Have you heard anything about his band?”
And I felt so bad for this lady but I’m not in the music scene around here so I had to tell her no, sorry.
Five hours later, I’m hiking and run into a group of guys setting up for some outdoor performance, and as I watch them unload the drums it hits me.
“Hey,” I said, “are y’all in a band?”
They said yeah and smiled and I told them “one of your moms called today. She wants to watch you play, but she can’t get a hold of you. Call your mom.”
And they all pulled out their phones and started discussing whose mom it probably was as they presumably dialed their own.
And now, unless we meet again and recognize each other, that’s who I’ll be forever to those guys–some mysterious courier for mom-messages who came out of the woods and told them their mom called.
I didn’t even tell them why their mom called me. Who am I to their mom?? Nobody even asked. They just took my word for it and called their mothers.
Amazing.
I’M LAUGHING!!! THEY DIDN’T EVEN ASK WHO I AM.
rest in peace to this diva