itâs 2am and iâm in hysterics over this tiktok

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@deadnuggins
itâs 2am and iâm in hysterics over this tiktok
X-wing pride flag phone backgrounds
i literally cannot comprehend how anyone was/is ever attracted to cicero. i know this has been said to death but it will never get less shocking in time
im shaking so hard my eyes are blood red and im turning into a wolf and im cryingÂ
Game of Thrones IMDB ratings played on a piano.
itâs like there are jokes where the intro conveys the punchline but you still want to hear the punchline, you know?
if you want to help bail out protesters but donât know where to send your money â act blue put together a secure page that will split your donation between 30+ bail funds across the US
Robert Pattinson photographed on the set of The Lighthouse (2019)
when you're scrolling through tumblr and you suddenly think of something to post or Google or whatever but you keep scrolling coz you can't stop and then you realise oh shit I forgot what i was gonna do so you have to scroll back to where you were when the thoughtâą occured even if the post was completely unrelated because doing this somehow magically summons your memories
kylo: where are you, rey? you can't hide from me. tell me where you a-
kylo: wait a second
kylo: are those
kylo: are those my fucking collectibles????
kylo: ATTENTION SHIP SECURITY. ATTENTION. I WANT FIVE HUNDRED STORMTROOPERS TO THE EXECUTIVE FLOOR IMMEDIATELY
kylo: THERE IS A FUCKING GIRL IN MY ROOM
#SHE'S GOING TO OPEN THE PACKAGING ON MY LIMITED EDITION MELTED GRANDPA HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (@aimmyarrowshigh)
#this would've improved the movie by 1 (1) %
licherally nobody is doing it like him
I have never seen a single one of this manâs movies to my knowledge but anyone willing to fuck with Weinstein like that deserves a cake baked to order
Radical Orpheus descends to the underworld.
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âOne day there was an anonymous present sitting on my doorstepâVolume One of Capital by Karl Marx, in a brown paper bag. A joke? Serious? And who had sent it? I never found out. Late that night, naked in bed, I leafed through it. The beginning was impenetrable, I couldnât understand it, but when I came to the part about the lives of the workersâthe coal miners, the child laborersâI could feel myself suddenly breathing more slowly. How angry he was. Page after page. Then I turned back to an earlier section, and I came to a phrase that Iâd heard before, a strange, upsetting, sort of ugly phrase: this was the section on âcommodity fetishism,â âthe fetishism of commodities.â I wanted to understand that weird-sounding phrase, but I could tell that, to understand it, your whole life would probably have to change. His explanation was very elusive. He used the example that people say, âTwenty yards of linen are worth two pounds.â People say that about every thing that it has a certain value. This is worth that. This coat, this sweater, this cup of coffee: each thing worth some quantity of money, or some number of other thingsâone coat, worth three sweaters, or so much moneyâas if that coat, suddenly appearing on the earth, contained somewhere inside itself an amount of value, like an inner soul, as if the coat were a fetish, a physical object that contains a living spirit. But what really determines the value of a coat? The coatâs price comes from its history, the history of all the people involved in making it and selling it and all the particular relationships they had. And if we buy the coat, we, too, form relationships with all those people, and yet we hide those relationships from our own awareness by pretending we live in a world where coats have no history but just fall down from heaven with prices marked inside. âI like this coat,â we say, âItâs not expensive,â as if that were a fact about the coat and not the end of a story about all the people who made it and sold it, âI like the pictures in this magazine.âA naked woman leans over a fence. A man buys a magazine and stares at her picture. The destinies of these two are linked. The man has paid the woman to take off her clothes, to lean over the fence. The photograph contains its historyâthe moment the woman unbuttoned her shirt, how she felt, what the photographer said. The price of the magazine is a code that describes the relationships between all these peopleâthe woman, the man, the publisher, the photographerâwho commanded, who obeyed. The cup of coffee contains the history of the peasants who picked the beans, how some of them fainted in the heat of the sun, some were beaten, some were kicked.For two days I could see the fetishism of commodities everywhere around me. It was a strange feeling. Then on the third day I lost it, it was gone, I couldnât see it anymore.â
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Wallace Shawn, The Fever
(To understand it, your whole life would probably have to change.)
I saw Wallace Shawn at the end of this quote and thought surely itâs a different Wallace Shawn surely itâs not the fucking dinosaur from Toy Story this canât be the fucking Sicilian from the Princess Bride but it is. Itâs the same fucking guy I just read an explanation of commodity fetishism written by Mr. Incredibleâs tiny boss at the insurance company