Today's Document
Discoholic 🪩
art blog(derogatory)
if i look back, i am lost
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
hello vonnie
Love Begins
Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
YOU ARE THE REASON
The Bowery Presents
Not today Justin
titsay
taylor price
The Stonewall Inn
noise dept.
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Doug Jones
macklin celebrini has autism
EXPECTATIONS
roma★
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@mephistokiran
Timaeus. 28 years old. One of the secondary hosts of the Fangoria Observatorium. Also a paranoia and exhaustion holder, relaxer and partially an introject of one of the body's brothers. Our body has other disorders that I can be quite affected by from time to time, but usually not that much.
I'm married to my beautiful wife, Emma ( @liebe-lied-schatz ), from our partner system, Reverse Moon Collective ( @mooninfini ).
Likes and follows come from our main account: @fangorium
TRAIL CAM - a midwest emo ep inspired by a trail cam i got recently...the creatures of the city
(bandcamp) (youtube) (spotify)
bloodborne ⤷ upper cathedral ward
truly an honor and a privilege getting to witness everyone's first time in public ever every single time i go grocery shopping
the fragrant flower blooms with dignity - chapter 101
A Crocodile Siren calls a guileless stranger to the murk.
maybe this is a dumb question but why don’t amab trans ppl want to hang out in amab queer spaces
So a basic element of trans existence is a level of disagreement with the assignment, and it's generally been a fixture of trans politics since... Forever.......... To not enforce a grouping of people according to birth assignment
Was not expecting this to be something that needed saying, but men are very transphobic.
cis gay men are annoying, next question
Het can we back up? What the FUCK is an "AMAB queer space"? Unless you want to show me the secret places that are welcoming to cis men AND trans women BUT no one else, I'm pretty sure the only interpretation of the question is "why don't trans women just stay in MEN'S spaces", but of course they couldn't just SAY that bc it's both obvious and would obviously be transphobic to even suggest.
*picks stars and puts in ur hair*
@liebe-lied-schatz
LIKE IF YOU THINK THE GIRL ON THE RIGHT IS JUST AS PRETTY AS THE GIRL ON THE LEFT
I think you forgot someone.
need some female director to lock in and make a movie where a grotesquely ugly and disgusting and monstrous woman slasher killer butchers handsome men in humiliating and sexualized ways. and it CAN'T be because they are rapists or abusers or otherwise misogynistic okay, she has to do it because she's a fucked up pervert
There's much, much, much more TUESDAY_TAPES to come, folks.
ever since i was a child ive had a headache
Erased (A-1 Pictures, 2016)
Re:Re: - ASIAN KUNG-FU GENERATION (Opening 1) Tomohiko Ito (Storyboard, Director)
thinking about my freakin wife!!!
‘Heart and Dagger’ by Robert Mapplethorne for Helmut Lang (1982)
I wrote a eulogy
"I wrote a eulogy for my best friend last week. Then I read it to him. At the pub. On a Tuesday."
He was alive, holding a pint, looking at me like I'd lost my mind. Maybe I have.
I'm Mick. I'm 70. The man across the table was Barry. Seventy-two. Best mate for 46 years. Met on a building site in 1979. He dropped a plank on my foot. I called him something unrepeatable. He bought me a pint after the shift. Haven't gone a week without talking since.
Three months ago we went to a funeral. Bloke we'd worked with. Cancer. The eulogies were beautiful - people saying what he meant to them, things they'd clearly never said to his face. And all I could think was, he can't hear any of this.
Every beautiful sentence. Every "he changed my life." Said to a room of crying people and a box of wood.
I turned to Barry. Whispered, "What a waste."
Drove home. Couldn't sleep. Because I realised, if Barry died tomorrow, I'd stand up and say extraordinary things about this man. Things I've never said in 46 years. And he'd be in the box, missing all of it.
So I wrote them down. Took a week. Harder than expected - not finding the words, but admitting I had them.
Rang him. "Tuesday. The Crown. Need to read you something."
"Have you joined a book club?"
"Just come."
Same corner table. Pint of bitter. Crisps. I pulled out the paper. He saw my hands shake.
"Mick. What's this?"
"Your eulogy. I'm reading it now because I'm not wasting it on a day you can't hear it."
"Have you gone mad?"
"Probably. Shut up and listen."
I read it. In a pub. To a man very much alive and very much uncomfortable.
I told him about the plank and how it was the best injury of my life. About the night he drove forty minutes in rain to help change a tyre. About how he rang every day for three months after my divorce and never once asked "Are you alright?" - just talked about football and weather, because he knew I didn't need a question. I needed a voice.
I told him he was the funniest man I'd ever known and his jokes were terrible and both things were true. That he'd been a better father than he thinks. That his wife's a saint and he knows it. That I'd have been a worse man without him.
He didn't look at me. Stared at his pint. Jaw tight. Doing that thing men do when the feelings arrive and they'd rather swallow glass than show it.
When I finished, long silence. Then he picked up his pint, took a sip, and said,
"You're paying for the next round. And the one after."
That was his answer. Perfect. Because Barry doesn't say "I love you too." He says "you're buying."
But in the car park, he hugged me. Not the quick back-pat. A real one. Thirty seconds. Neither let go first.
And he said quietly into my shoulder, "Don't read that again at the real one. I want new material."
Who would you write a eulogy for - while they're still here?
Don't wait. The flowers can't hear. The box doesn't laugh. Say it now. At the pub. Over a bad cup of tea. You'll feel ridiculous.
They'll look uncomfortable. It'll be the most important thing you've ever done.
Read them the speech while they can still hug you in the car park.”
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