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sideblog
always open to book and film recs
my letterboxd is here
Kamikaze Girls (2004)
not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again
#a threesome that canceled last minute 😔
most heartbreaking addition to this post that i’ve seen actually
i genuinely fucking love st trinian's
(hope russell brand dies soon tho)
i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies
“I asked ChatGPT” “I asked Gemini” Yeah? Well I asked Lucy Nolan and she said, “Perhaps we are all islands, apart from each other. Perhaps everyone else feels foreign in their hometown too. Yes, perhaps we are all just islands, as wild and merciless as each other, spectated by our countless defects. Perhaps there is no remedy for it, and all we can do is learn which parts of ourselves to deny and which parts to bring into the light.”
patreon sketch of Denise Bryson 🏳️⚧️ happy pride!
used a oujia board to contact that dead horse we’re always beating. yeah he said it’s fine he’s kind of into it
Hm ok what the fuck is this thing
does anyone know how to get the light back in my eyes?
you have to stop trusting people and start eating dirt from your yard
on earth we’re briefly gorgeous / ocean vuong
they dip their hands in lasagna and then tell us not to bite the hand that feeds us
they dip their hands in lasagna and then tell us not to bite the hand that feeds us
I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."