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House of Leaves adaption where Johnny Truant is a reaction streamer watching a video essay made by Zampanó about The Navidson Record just pausing the video at random times to ramble wildly at his non-existent chat and doing shots on stream
roald dahl was antisemitic and misogynistic. george orwell was openly homophobic. edgar allan poe married his 13 year old cousin. dr seuss cheated on his wife (and was racist as well as antisemitic!). hp lovecraft was racist as fuck. anyways they’re fucking dead it’s not like you’re enabling their behaviors in the afterlife or something. then again I think they bleed into the books so uh keep an eye out for that
the difference between these old white guys and jk rowling is that the former group is all dead. jk rowling is alive and using your money to oppress trans people
rarely do i repost things and especially from shittr but this video is shutting down core partsof my mental processing i think
the eyes of someone who just vomited carry a vulnerable acceptance to grief only known in portraits of saints
you're telling me this guy's a bouncer? huh... and what does he bounce on, if you don't mind me asking...?
I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game
unfortunately very true. Doing Better does not always mean never being upset or never being triggered or never having trouble. often Doing Better means experiencing those things and being able to keep going/cope healthily/move on. if you’re in a bubble with no sensation, if you’re numbing yourself out, that’s not what recovering really is. it won’t help you have a happier life it’ll just make your world smaller and smaller until you can’t fit anywhere anymore. gotta learn to make peace with the hard stuff too, that’s the only way to keep going
you can click on this button once daily to help palestine and support other causes in the middle east for free. it takes literally 5 seconds and could help save lives so please take the time to click and share this link.
#oh it raises money thru ad revenue and ur click confirms the value to advertisers. neat
This tweet is almost 3 years old has been relevant since the day it was posted
The Middle
op turned off reblogs on one of my favorite posts so here it is again
I DIDN’T LEARN ABOUT THIS IN DRIVING SCHOOL
Stop says the red light, go says the green
Wait says the yellow light, twinkling in between.
KNEEL, SAYS THE DEMON LIGHT WITH ITS EYE OF COAL SAURON KNOWS YOUR LICENSE PLATE AND STARES INTO YOUR SOUL
THIS IS ALWAYS FUNNY
@irritatedlifeguard I agree with your tags.
bring out the rotating tiger
you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)
he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, "of course, it was AIDS then." in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and "straight," you ask him. what was it like.
he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.
happy pride, family. i love every single one of you
wishing you all a reflective World AIDS Day today.
gun to your head, you HAVE to make an R-rated scooby doo movie. What do you do
completely normal silly movie but shaggy hits a bong in every scene
its a different bong each time BTW
