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hi i can never find anything on my tumblr so heres a masterlist
its unfinished bc im not great at tagging so here are the things that are relatively well tagged, will add more in the future
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸

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The Bowery Presents
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
trying on a metaphor
Show & Tell
Sade Olutola
Today's Document
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Cosmic Funnies
we're not kids anymore.
Not today Justin
Claire Keane
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tag masterlist
hi i can never find anything on my tumblr so heres a masterlist
its unfinished bc im not great at tagging so here are the things that are relatively well tagged, will add more in the future
this is how argentina's legacy ends not with a whimper but with a big loud funny bang
Some art about coffee and certainly nothing else
lionheart
Massively dissapointed over the non-existence of a raging Infinite Jest fandom on tmblr
hyperfixation has me clawing at the walls and rattling the bars of my enclosure
In light of all the recent discourse trivializing and dismissing Robbyâs suicidal ideation and depth of crisis which reflects societyâs general attitude towards depression and other mental health issues, I want to share this excerpt from Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace:
The so-called âpsychotically depressedâ person who tries to kill herself doesnât do so out of quote âhopelessnessâ or any abstract conviction that lifeâs assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fireâs flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. Itâs not desiring the fall; itâs terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling âDonât!â and âHang on!â, can understand the jump. Not really. Youâd have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.
Robby wasnât and shouldnât have been fixed by something akin to âyou matterâ or âdonât kill yourselfâ. He wasnât thinking about killing himself because no one cares about him. He wanted to die because life had grown so painful for himâlife in the ER was âleaching something from [his] soulâ but he had no life outside the ER. So life as a whole was painful and he saw no way out.
There is no easy fix for this constant, incessant pain. But good news, you are not asked to fix him. His fictional nature aside, you are also not tasked with fixing up anyone in real life. But what you should do, is have compassionâto have some empathy for others who are going through such pain. And for gods sake, donât trivialize it.
(John Green if you see this, no you don't. Ignore my ramblings)
tfios book: We're in the Anne Frank house. We should not kiss in the Anne Frank house, that would be dumb... unless... Anne Frank wouldn't want her house to go without love, besides we can't be the first people to kiss here. Okay, we -teenagers who are dying- are going to kiss in the Anne Frank house, and it is going to be poetic.
tfios movie: and then they KISSED in the ANNE FRANK HOUSE, and that was IN THE BOOK so YOU CAN'T BLAME US. LOOK!! LOOK AT THEM SMOOCHING IN THE ANNE FRANK HOUSE! BLAME JOHN GREEN!!!
becca king who has an active sex life and a boyfriend and wants to be independent and not infantilized and known first and foremost as 'becca' and not 'mel's sister'...............mel king who has structured her entire life around becca's needs and care and being 'becca's sister', even moving to pittsburgh specifically because becca got into an independent living center there, now not knowing what to do or who she is if becca is keeping secrets from her and no longer needs her..............pitt writers you are cooking with gas
that moment when your attending fully implies that he will be killing himself after giving you his house.
i feel like don gately and jean valjean wouldâve been friends
can you imagine them walking into a bar and everybody just clearing out of the way of these two scarred-up ex-convicts
and then jean starts talking about how the bishop changed his life and donâs like omg a crocodile i know right theyâre great
âHow do trite things get to be trite? Why is the truth usually not just un- but anti-interesting?â
â From Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace
as we know shane rarely cries but they watch Past Lives and shane genuinely is inconsolable at âyou dream in a language i canât understandâ like ilya has to turn off the movie and get shane water and hold him and shane is trying to explain how heâs trying to learn faster and he wishes he understood russian and he wishes he knew what ilya was dreaming but heâs cry hiccuping and canât get the words out and heâs saying he wishes he could help ilya more with the depression and that svetlana lived closer and that he wishes he knew that his mom called him ilyusha but none of the words are coming out coherently.
this bit about a tennis player that brings a gun to every match to threaten his opponent that, should he lose, he will blow his own fucking brains out right there, and then this tactic works because several players decide they'd rather take the loss than be the cause of this guy actually killing himself, is really funny
Can you we talk about Infinite jest for a fucking second? Like actually convinced that David foster Wallace was a fucking time Traveler, so you start reading and this asshole is doom scrolling through TikTok swiping between video to video never finishing any video because his attention span is too fucked up going back and forth between that and gooning to porn while he waits for his weed to arrive, and you read this and you are like huh weird shit to write about but ok? AND THEN IT SINKS IN THAT THIS BOOK CAME OUT IN 1996 eight years before even fucking Facebook. This motherfucking guy predicted short form doom scrolling and gooning in the fucking 1996...
#myshane #ourshane