SBE - stupid bitch energy
FINALLY some representativity
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if i look back, i am lost
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
will byers stan first human second
hello vonnie

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taylor price
we're not kids anymore.
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@magik-spells
SBE - stupid bitch energy
FINALLY some representativity
representativity
And when the bad folks all get together at night You know they all call big Jim “boss”, just because
“a writer’s character’s viewpoints don’t reflect the writer’s viewpoints!!!” actually, they do.
that doesnt mean having a, for instance, homophobic character means the author is homophobic. but how is the homophobia treated? is it criticized? is it excused, idealized? is it framed so that the homophobia is clearly wrong? does the inclusion of homophobia in the narrative serve a point?
writers, especially professional published writers, know that their writing has an impact, and the morals they put forward in their work reflect deeply on themselves. they know how they frame and present their work can completely change the result and effect it has.
so maybe the character’s viewpoints don’t say much about the writer, but how the writer presents this character and its viewpoints says a hell of a fuckin lot about the writer.
High-functioning anxiety sounds like…
You’re not good enough. You’re a bad friend. You’re not good at your job. You’re wasting time. You’re a waste of time. Your boyfriend doesn’t love you. You’re so needy. What are you doing with yourself? Why would you say that? What if they hate it? Why can’t you have your shit together? You’re going to get anxious and because you’re going to get anxious, you’re going to mess everything up. You’re a fraud. Just good at faking it. You’re letting everybody down. No one here likes you.
All the while, it appears perfectly calm.
It’s always looking for the next outlet, something to channel the never-ending energy. Writing. Running. List-making. Mindless tasks (whatever keeps you busy). Doing jumping jacks in the kitchen. Dancing in the living room, pretending it’s for fun, when really it’s a choreographed routine of desperation, trying to tire out the thoughts stuck in your head.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen it written out as if it were describing me exactly.
OH GOSH IT ME
Things I would rather do than my thesis: a Master’s student lament in 20 list items
My laundry
Your laundry
Plumbing troubleshooting for my 90-year-old neighbor
Cook something
Create a monthly budget I can stick to
Taxes (anyone’s)
Push-ups
Read the entire NYT Lifestyle archive
Actually make Donald Drumpf again
Handle a live slug
Handle a dead slug
Stay on the phone when the Census calls
Replace every lightbulb that requires replacing in my ceiling fixtures
Lent
Overcome my fear of heights
Spend any amount of time in Times Square
Smell every item in my refrigerator
Give a street canvasser a real answer
Make my bed
Pierce something
bahahahahahaha
We actually played your song on Z100.
This is one of the funniest holiday cards I have ever seen.
bucky and that red shirt
Buck. Do you remember me?
I don’t know what’s happening to us either, but I do know that from the moment I first saw you, I wanted you. And somehow, I feel that you want me, too.
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