Glittery Pin On A Dark Wall

She/Her, finally 30! Life begins now. Film editor. Come for the hyperfixation du jour, stay for the existential angst. Maladaptive daydreamer since childhood, consequently quite dysfunctional (very ambitious but disinclined to do anything except dream). Daddy issues but lately leaning into it, zero shame. Impostor syndrome but with no guilt attached, every person I fool makes my heart happy. Personally I think I'm hilarious and I swear like a fucking sailor. Thank you for reading this. FLAVOR OF THE YEAR: Everything Peter Capaldi. Everything Phyllis Logan.

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[thelastgoodcountry]

Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi

[nkp1981]

Peter Capaldi

[glitterypin]

Fozzie, when I tell you I have googled that probably over a dozen times in my life and I still don't know

something about the union they're in? or something. sometimes editors have a similar thing, or casting agents. it is shameful how my mind has outright refused to retain the information

[glitterypin]

is gonzo fucking suicidal?

[glitterypin]

profoundly googling "are sesame street characters muppets", feeling more interested in this answer than anything else I have googled in the past decade

[glitterypin]

surely I am having a normal time

[powerbottombrucespringsteen]

The thing is nobody at pride is evaluating you to determine if you’re queer enough to be there because they’re too busy thinking “it’s so hot out” and “why is this lemonade 12 dollars?”

[paulcirigliano]

[dragon-in-a-fez]

multiples of 5 are honorary even numbers to me. does anyone else feel this

[raylangivins]

has everyone seen the website that gives you a rothko for your local weather?

[rollercoasterwords]

*giving you a tour of my tumblr dashboard* well that’s my mutual who posts beatles rpf and that’s my mutual who posts gifs of tv shows i haven’t watched and that’s my mutual who posts pictures of animals frolicking in fields or cool buildings or things like that and that’s my mutual who posts various images of men having sex. sometimes women too

[monstermonger]

Friend in an alleyway | my wife sent me this photo the other day and said "you HAVE to draw this." and I agreed completely <:

[monstermonger]

oops I was told you can only see the photo if you have a bsky account, so here's a screenshot of it!

[maykitz]

i hope they never stop using floppy disk icons to indicate saving your file. doesn't matter how obsolete they are it's like honouring someone with a portrait on your currency

[nyctalus-noctula]

I swear I wished her happy birthday yesterday, this is just to follow protocol

Happy Birthday to the coolest bitch on tumblr, the funniest in Greece and at least one of the top ten best bitches world-wide

>>>> @glitterypin <<<<

[glitterypin]

this is tagged "beloved mutual" I AM YOUR GIRLFRIEND

[anarchistmemedistro]

The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country.

Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.

There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

- John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

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[aenslem]

You know, Alien. The horror movie, Alien.