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Jar Jar Binks Fan Club

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The Stonewall Inn
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PR's Tumblrdome
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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macklin celebrini has autism
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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my blogās theme is me. a compilation of every single thing i love. every interest. every musing. and everything in between.
mood:
"La Femme-Escargot" circa 1900 {info}
Late again
Daisies (Vera ChytilovĆ”, 1966)
Iāve seen several people talking about how it makes them feel weird that Dog Years, a song that is explicitly about suicidal ideation, is something Halsey performs as a sexy song, and while thatās completely fair, I personally think the performance style fits the song really well, even if itās uncomfortable? (In fact, I think the discomfort is a purposeful, important element of the whole song)
Discussion of suicidal ideation and sex as a unenthusiastic performance below the cut
BIGGGGG BRAIN ^^^
dog years is about getting fucked, bound, beaten, and gagged by a sadist dom/domme of a God. And begging, pleading, with all your might that it will stop if you just behave. And if it doesnāt stop, at least just let me die. dog years is about being leashed to the stairwell, trapped in the house. Lighting up at the sound of the door knob jingling, hoping your Terrible Master has finally arrived home with a smile for the first time in years to ask you āwanna go for a ride in the caaaaaaar?!ā but he doesnāt. He tightens the leash. youāve done everything right and youāve behaved yourself. Sat when told. Ignored the mailmen. Down girl. But it doesnāt matter. Youāre gonna waste away on the stairwell. Youāre gonna dream about the āfarmā where youāve heard the other dogs get to go when their Owner God doesnāt want them anymore. The fun place. You donāt care if itās a really just a bullet in the head. Your keeper is wicked and your body is oppressing you, you didnāt ask to be kept. You used to be the sort of person who would fuck and fight and kick to your death. But youāre going to meet it like a scared and submissive animal. Eat the chocolate from the hand of your killer and wag your tail. Youāre nothing.
not to be dramatic on main, but having access to an album that speaks this precisely to the grief, pain, depression, and isolation that take over your life when you get sick has been an absolute god send to me the last year. whenever i feel like i can't or don't want to keep living like this, i put on this album and experience a level of catharsis and understanding that can only come from a person who knows exactly what it feels like to have all the pain you've bottled up since childhood manifest itself in ways that feel terrifying and uncontrollable. happy 1st bday great impersonator šš« i truly don't know what i would've done without you
Hey this made me cry real tears. If one person feels this way, itās all worth it. Iād go back and write it 100 more times. Thank you š¤
Green Grass And Sunshine
Nightmares Come at Night (1970)
mid-way pride month check-in
just saw someone comment under a videoclip of the sylvia rivera interview where she insists on the modern (circa 2001) pride movement being a capitalist smokescreen, a āstraight gayā movement that worships the almighty dollar, that:
and this person is likely quite young but this really really really captures the limited imagination of capitalist neoliberal indoctrination around freedom and liberation. radical queerness treated as a paintjob over a prison as opposed to the bulldozer that tears the prison down. we have to dream for so much more and endure the pain of dreaming.
#the queer owned small business third space community events venue posts a help wanted thing at least once a month #wherein they ask for someone to have availability ALL DAY six days a week. to work. a grand total of 15-20 hours during said week #the position is actually three jobs in a trenchcoat sounds extremely stressful and pays minimum wage #they also don't pay most of their artists because it's supposed to somehow be mutual aid to let people perform there #the coffee is ten dollars and their pastries are from Sysco
āgame catā (2007)
i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies
Moon and Venus conjunction
hey is anyone else sick of having to adapt to horrible conditions over and over again
the humble woolly mammoth