Millennial Garbage Dump

14 years on tumblr dot com | known book snob

[junglejim4322]

My delusion that im always right really isn’t helped by the fact I almost always do end up being right

[pansyfemme]

yes im addicted to attention and orgasms and food and shiny jewlery and 7$ Iced Lattes. does that really not sound like an awesome lifestyle to you

[pangur-and-grim]

we are good friends

[warranty-voider]

cat looked easy to draw

[hortensius-deactivated20240909]

the novelty of having pets really does never wear off i’ve had my cat for ten years and i still look at him strolling around like can you believe this. a cat. is everyone seeing this. he’s alive he has bones and all. unbelievable

[melancholic-whimsy]

they hate me for my flat facial expressions and inability to contribute to conversations

[gerardwaist]

people b saying things so definitively. like man i think it depends

[fagcrisis]

i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic

[maryoliveoil]

rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich

[captainragtag]

if you're calling a recipe a "one pot" recipe, I better not find in there that you want me to remove something from the pot and put it aside. you think I'm letting that slide on a technicality? know your audience

[cornbelt]

[heiratemich333]

been feeling a lot like him lately

[ceruleanheaven]

brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man

[dsmsix]

[dsmsix]

[naamahdarling]

"In the same way that your heart feels and your mind thinks, you, mortal beings, are the instrument by which the universe cares. If you choose to care, then the universe cares. If you don't, then it doesn't." -- Brennan Lee Mulligan, D20, Fantasy High

[defilerwyrm]

[sleepy-bebby]

[enbaluka-tokyo-drift]

[rebel-hunk-enjoyer]

The worst-sounding piece of advice I've ever been given that does actually work is to frame your health concerns as coming from someone close to you, whom you do not believe. Tell your doctor that you've been having pain and your mom/friend/partner thinks it might be an ovarian cyst, but you don't think so because the pain is much more intense and it has to be something else. This gives your doctor an unseen third party to fight instead of you. They can't just tell this third party, who isn't present, that you pulled a muscle, they now need to prove to this third party that it is not an ovarian cyst.

At which point they will find an ovarian cyst, but they now get whatever fucked up satisfaction they derive out of proving you wrong, because you didn't believe it could a cyst at all, but guess what? They did find a cyst! It's such a good thing you didn't listen to your intuition and came to them to verify your lay diagnosis from that third party! Bonus? Doctor doesn't have to feel like they look stupid in front of a patient, which is really what all this is about. Not your health, why would you think your medical diagnosis is about your health? It's obviously about a doctor's potential ego.

And apparently this works. Apparently you just need to be able to always play 4D chess with your medical professionals in order to find an avenue of advocating for yourself and getting you medical needs met. Isn't that great?

I hate it here, actually.

[rhettroblues]

SUNSET BOULEVARD (1950) — dir. Billy Wilder

[jaeausten]

The Dowager's Best Sass Moments in Season 1 of Downton Abbey.

[gordo--livingstone]

just started rewatching downton and i can't stop thinking about the profound loneliness of the end of the grand finale. it happens so gradually over the course of the series that you almost don't notice it; sure, there are fewer unnamed servants in the background, and we lose the whole genus footman, but it happens so slowly. upstairs, edith gets married and leaves and tom starts his new life, but that's the natural order of things. the deaths of sybil and matthew and violet are devastating, but there's sybbie and george and rose, so the show is focused more on the absence of sybil and matthew and violet themselves rather than the concept of loss.

but when the series begins, the house is alive. there is constant motion, constant noise, people constantly coming and going. there are servants whose names we never know, but who are always in and out of the frame, working in the kitchen and going up and down the stairs. upstairs, the family is whole and intact; the house is a home, where people live. there's the revolving door of suitors and parties and distant relations who come and go.

and that shot of mary at the end of the grand finale, standing alone under the portrait of violet, literally surrounded by ghosts, is so deeply sad. not just because we, the audience, are sad that the franchise is over and that sybil and matthew and violet are dead, but because the house no longer feels alive. it's now just one sad woman, her voiceless children, and a few servants left. it's a shadow of what it was. it's tragic and haunting. the estate is intact, and mary has inherited all, and the original problem they had been trying to solve since 1912 is happily resolved. but what's the point? what is the point of the estate being intact and owned by the crawleys if it's lifeless and empty? what is the point of downton if it is no longer a pillar of the community, offering employment and benefits for the village? what is the point of protecting downton for the future when it is so obvious it is a relic of the past?