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stop. analyse that text through the lens of its author's intentions and original historical context. okay now take the author out back and kill them dead and analyse that text as though it were published by your mutual yesterday and is in direct conversation with the contemporary discourse that's most relevant to your life. okay now pick your favorite angle of interpretation and come up with the strongest possible argument against it. now imagine that the text is your best friend and that it means you well and that you naturally give it every benefit of the doubt because you're on its side and you want the best for it. now imagine that the text wants you dead and it'll eat you if you don't eat it first. now pretend that you found this text locked away in a cave with no evidence of when or where it came from and you have to divine its meaning solely through its internal coherence and nothing else. okay now address the elephant in the room aspect of the text you've been ignoring because you find it boring or confusing or uncomfortable and become the number one expert on it. now spend forty minutes assigning all the characters dnd classes with at least three sentences of reasoning each. okay now do the cha cha slide.
once I snorted a fat line of nuance and everything started depending. watch out
i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic
rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich
I love non-sexual intimacy.
Like let me sit your lap with your hands on my waist while I talk your ear off about something stupid that I just feel like telling you about. Let me play with your hands. Let me run my nails along your muscles to relax you. Lay your head in my lap while I scratch your head so you can fall asleep. Letâs cuddle while we watch tv at night in a dim lounge room with only the soft light of a lamp. Let me brush your hair and play with it. Let me literally just exist in your space.
please. Untitled Artwork was my father. call me Untitled Artwork (1)
brooding men who cannot communicate their feelings if their life depended on it are only hot when they're fictional. if i have to deal with one in real life i will curse him and pray for his downfall every night before i go to bed
It's because the writer communicates their feelings for them. If people wanna pull that off in real life they need to hire a guy to walk around behind them narrating.
#can i be the guy#ill narrate SO incorrectly#theyll all learn how to talk for themselves just to shut me up (via @cirrus-grey)
i'm loving the implication that this isn't something they hired you for, but something you'd do as some sort of public service.
âdonât take it personallyâ how would you like me to take it then? professionally? romantically? academically?
*looking in the mirror* You are not morrissey. You are a friendly, charming, driven young woman. Not morrissey. Do not think, "I am morrissey"
âGhosts are realâ I can see how you could believe that
âGhosts arenât realâ itâs very fair and rational that you believe that
âGhosts arenât real anymoreâ Iâm about to hear a poem or very sad story
âGhosts arenât real yetâ the fuck are you going to do
Loving The Timberwolves When Theyâre Good (Or Bad) - Hanif Abdurraqib for The New Yorker
my broken pieces flow to your shore /
â Ê.áŽ.