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@guiltypleasureslost
suddenly remembered this poem as i was making breakfast this morning & frantically googled “poem remembered to buy eggs?????????” & somehow managed to find it & it utterly knocked the wind out of me just as much as when i first read it
This is one of the most beautiful and moving things I’ve ever read. I can hardly see to type through my tears. ❤️❤️❤️⭐️
“The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.”
God. Dammit.
Prettt little liar 🤣🤣 well, poor little thing has had to fake it a lot in the past so kinda fits 😂
Die Hard With A Vengance.
Well. Ok then.
The princess diaries. Hm ok
Love Island.
I’m not sure how I feel about this.
Kid gorgeous at radio city
Noice.
Hey hello I’m sorry for bothering you but I really need to speak to someone about this. I’ve felt trapped bottling up this confession and need to tell someone and as tumblr is usually a place open to people of all opinions and preferences I figured this is as good a place as any. ‘When You Were Young’ is a better song than ‘Mr. Brightside’.
This is the kind of safe space I am proud to provide for the weirdos of the world.
I’m going to play the middle and say Mr. Brightside is an objectively better song, but I prefer When We Were Young. Brightside has a more memorable video —that pretty girl and sweaty Eric Roberts!— but I had to sing When We Were Young 1,001 times while obsessively playing Rock Band in 2008, and I’m now brainwashed into loving it.
(Same thing happened with Weezer’s Say It Ain’t So. I didn’t give a shit about Weezer —aside from Buddy Holly— before Rock Band.)
Not to insert myself into this controversial narrative but what about Somebody Told Me? The implied androgyny in the chorus warmed my little bisexual heart before I even understood why and it is catchy as all get out.
Okay, now you’re just making things complicated. Yes, Somebody Told Me is very good, and to a certain degree, it’s the song I automatically think of when someone says “The Killers”. But I actually feel All These Things That I’ve Done is better, probably because I watched them do it live with a backing choir on Austin City Limits one night.
For the record. "Read my mind" is the best killers song. And I'm definitely not just saying that because Brandon Flowers made eye contact with me once during a concert during that song. But it helps. Maybe.
Safewords.
• Safewords should be determined during negotiations, clothed, before any play takes place.
• They should be something clear and concise, something easy to remember.
• Basic and generally accepted safewords are RED, MERCY, SAFE.
• Begging is not a safeword, stop is not a safeword.
• There are such things as non-verbal safewords: a drop, finger snap, or hand gesture.
• Remember to check in: are you with Me? Do you remember your safeword?
• Use the finger spread method to let your Top know how much distress you’re in: the wider the fingers are spread the more intense the pain.
Responsibility lies on both sides of the slash
This. All of this.
The female version of “he’s thinking with the wrong head” must be “she’s speaking through the wrong lips.”
If Cthulhu can be summoned by humans who are so far beneath it, why can’t humans be summoned by ants? The answer is they should be.
Well if a bunch of ants formed a circle in my house I’d certainly notice, try to figure out where they’d all come from, and possibly wreak destruction there.
That’s why knowing and correctly pronouncing the true name is so important to the ritual. Imagine how impossible it would be to not go take a look if the circle of ants started chanting your name. And they’re like, you can’t leave because we drew a line made of tiny crystals - now you have to do us a favor. And you’re like, let’s just see where this goes “yup, you got me… what’s the favor?” and usually the favor is like, “kill this one ant for us” or “give me a pile of sugar” and you’re like… okay? and you do, because why not, it isn’t hard for you and boy is this going to be a fucking story to tell, these fucking ants chanting your name and wanting a spoonful of sugar or whatever. And SOMEtimes you get asked for things you can’t really do, one of them, she’s like, “I love this ant but she won’t pay any attention to me, make me important to her” and you’re like… um? how? So you just kill every ant in the colony except the two of them, ta-da! problem solved! and the first ant is like *horrified whisper* “what have I done”
This is the best explanation for higher powers I’ve ever really heard.
Safewords.
• Safewords should be determined during negotiations, clothed, before any play takes place.
• They should be something clear and concise, something easy to remember.
• Basic and generally accepted safewords are RED, MERCY, SAFE.
• Begging is not a safeword, stop is not a safeword.
• There are such things as non-verbal safewords: a drop, finger snap, or hand gesture.
• Remember to check in: are you with Me? Do you remember your safeword?
• Use the finger spread method to let your Top know how much distress you’re in: the wider the fingers are spread the more intense the pain.
Responsibility lies on both sides of the slash
It’s so obvious, but you’re too fucking deluded to see it.
When a man has to go to this much effort to make you interesting, you have a problem. You’re just not enough for him. Can’t you sense it? You’re not pretty enough. You’re not clever enough. You’re not sweet enough. You’re not so many things that it’s hard to say what you actually are; your only definition is in your deficiency. You are a living, breathing manifestation of negative space.
I blame your upbringing. Too many people have told you to “just be yourself,” without recognizing how very low they were setting the bar. They’ve given you an awkward, delusional scrap of pride, one to which you cling like a tattered kite in a storm; you hold on like an idiot, dreaming that one day –if only you believe enough– it will finally lift your feet off the ground and carry you away.
Stupid girl, let go of the string; your place will always be in the dirt.
This gives me goosebumps every time I read it. Delicious arousing goosebumps.
