My One in Particular

24 y/o she/her just a a mess of fandoms I love Letterboxd: https://boxd.it/91ZD 🌷🌸🐙🌸🌷

[pinklegobatman]

[depsidase]

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[itmightrain]

시발비용 = Fuck-it Expense

[itmightrain]

Someone wrote an article about this!

[toastpotent-deactivated20250619]

what if mario and garfield come out and chris pratt does a PERFECT spot-on impression for both of them. what would society do? would the italians finally accept him?

[thetyrannosaur]

Garfield would become canonically Italian

[keepcalmandcarriefischer]

[alisonzai]

[toastbutteregg]

[http-03]

happy birthday scorpia 🥺

[195195119511951-deactivated2021]

In the first poetry workshop I ever took my professor said we could write about anything we wanted except for two things: our grandparents and our dogs. She said she had never read a good poem about a dog. I could only remember ever reading one poem about a dog before that point—a poem by Pablo Neruda, from which I only remembered the lines “We walked together on the shores of the sea/ In the lonely winter of Isla Negra.” Four years later I wrote a poem about how when I was a little girl I secretly baptized my dog in the bathtub because I was afraid she wouldn’t get into heaven. “Is this a good poem?” I wondered. The second poetry workshop, our professor made us put a bird in each one of our poems. I thought this was unbelievably stupid. This professor also hated when we wrote about hearts, she said no poet had ever written a good poem in which they mentioned a heart. I started collecting poems about hearts, first to spite her, but then because it became a habit I couldn’t break. The workshop after that, our professor would tell us the same story over and over about how his son had died during a blizzard. He would cry in front of us. He never told us we couldn’t write about anything, but I wrote a lot of poems about snow. At the end of the year he called me into his office and said, “looking at you, one wouldn’t think you’d be a very good writer” and I could feel all the pity inside of me curdling like milk. The fourth poetry workshop I ever took my professor made it clear that poets should not try to engage with popular culture. I noticed that the only poets he assigned were men. I wrote a poem about that scene in Grease 2 where a boy takes his girlfriend to a fallout shelter and tries to get her to have sex with him by tricking her into believing that nuclear war had begun. It was the first poem I ever published. The fifth poetry workshop I ever took our professor railed against the word blood. She thought that no poem should ever have the word “blood” in it, they were bloody enough already. She returned a draft of my poem with the word blood crossed out so hard the paper had torn. When I started teaching poetry workshops I promised myself I would never give my students any rules about what could or couldn’t be in their poems. They all wrote about basketball. I used to tally these poems when I’d go through the stack I had collected at the end of each class. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 poems about basketball. This was Indiana. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. I told the class, “for the next assignment no one can write about basketball, please for the love of god choose another topic. Challenge yourselves.” Next time I collected their poems there was one student who had turned in another poem about basketball. I don’t know if he had been absent on the day I told them to choose another topic or if he had just done it to spite me. It’s the only student poem I can still really remember. At the time I wrote down the last lines of that poem in a notebook. “He threw the basketball and it came towards me like the sun”

[abortionado]

MYTH: Americans set off fireworks on the 4th of July, in honor of our Independence Day

FACT: Americans set off fireworks from approximately June 20th—July 20th, for no reason other than this is the time of year that you can literally buy them at any grocery store

[bunjywunjy]

this holiday is NOT about america it is about SENSELESS EXPLOSIONS, ENFORCED FAMILY TIME, and EATING AS MANY HOT DOGS AS YOU CAN PHYSICALLY FIT IN YOU

[welcometoyouredoom]

Parks and Recreation Halloween candy!

[somecutething]

[elierlick]

Everyone in NYC got a screeching emergency alert telling us not to heat up our food. Yet all the commercial billboards, NYPD stations, and other utterly unnecessary utilities are left powered on. That’s class warfare, plain and simple.

[canolaaoil]

[bad-days-are-ok]

[honey-intheshade-deactivated202]

People give what they need.

[ink-insomnia]

Darlington: I'm begging you, please go to a doctor.

Alex: I'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

[hyrude]

is the world really such a terrible place? yesterday i asked if oat milk was extra and the barista said yes so i said ok just regular milk then and when she gave me my chai latte she whispered “i used oat milk ;)” doesnt that make u want to live another day?

[erlkoenige]

so many problematic things yet so little time to romanticize