"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
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"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? How can it be that… who I am didn’t exist before I came to be, and that, someday… who I am will no longer be…?
WINGS OF DESIRE (1987) — dir. Wim Wenders
where’s that article by james frankie thomas where he says like “prior to my transition there was only one kind of sex i wanted to have. and i thought i could never have it” because i am about to blow these people’s minds
i found it 😌 the article was published on Slate and here’s JF’s commentary on it
i have gotten some very odd anons about this post that i’m choosing to ignore. but i am going to double down on this. no i don’t care if girls watch gay porn or imagine themselves as a gay person or wonder what it would be like to have gay sex. so many people imprison themselves by thinking they could never be gay and/or trans. well i’m telling them they better watch out. being gay and/or trans is real. and it could happen to YOU. as a matter of fact i sincerely hope it does
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#tbh i think the intense stigma against “straight” ppl “fetishizing” queerness keeps a lot of ppl in the closet
#theres no harm in exploring those feelings in private. indulge in the fantasy and see where it takes u
#dont be a creep to other ppl obv but that goes w/o saying #if id had the courage to confront the ache id feel when i thought abt lesbian sex and how id “never be able to have it” earlier
#it wouldve saved me a lot of time
(guy who's not getting anything done voice) I need to learn every skill and all information
sorry my hands are so cold all the time it's cuz i died a few years back
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i imagine being medicated would feel good as fuck. unfortunately i have to rawdog whatever's wrong with me
i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
put on my leitmotif bro i feel a monologue coming on
being a kid and hearing adults say stuff like "woah 2011 was 4 years ago haha" didn't really convey the fucking horror of a youtube video crossing my recommended labelled "9 years ago" and it's from 2017. that's not true. 9 years ago is 2010 or something. don't lie.
Every other site's algorithm: Here is an endless stream of content we have decided you might like. If you slip and forget to bookmark something, you will likely never encounter it again.
Tumblr's algorithm: Here is one post we have decided you WILL like. We are going to keep bringing it up, forever.
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
Extremely irksome as an autistic person to ask a clarifying question and be told you’re “splitting hairs” when you genuinely just don’t understand because there isn’t enough information. Like, buddy. This is me at my most basic level of “what do you mean by that.” You wanna see me split hairs? If you really saw how thin I could slice a hair you’d hurl
I will split a hair into smaller halves every hour my demands of mutual participation in communication are not met
"it's tattered, it's broken, but it's mine." "some people would say those toys were well loved"
Your purpose in life is not to love yourself but to love being yourself.
If you goal is to love yourself, then your focus is directed inward toward yourself, and you end up constantly watching yourself from the outside, disconnected, trying to summon the “correct” feelings towards yourself or fashion yourself into something you can approve of.
If your goal is to love being yourself, then your focus is directed outward towards life, on living and making decisions based on what brings you pleasure and fulfillment.
Be the subject, not the object. It doesn’t matter what you think of yourself. You are experiencing life. Life is not experiencing you.
Ebay (2005)