[mwatcha]

what river runs deeper than this? ⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪

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[snoomfies]

snoopy pride flags :)

[mwatcha]

i don't want to read anymore opinions. i've had enough

[miniangel]

miffy with a pearl earring i adore you

[miugato]

[dustysalmon]

For your listening pleasure, here is Maul whimpering in episode 10.

If you close your eyes, wonderful things can happen...

[kalimaxxing]

reject your mental illness diagnosis and live like a free bird

[kalimaxxing]

how can you truly be yourself if you dont follow your psychological inclinations

[girlrustcohle]

rice is like a best friend and a lover to me

[tortol]

peace & love on planet girl

[iamafatvagina101]

Omg can you beat me until I am normal again

[pignk]

[ismenes]

When my son was about to turn two, strangers would offer condolences. There’s a collective cultural dread of toddlers, who get described more like animals than people. Kids in their "terrible twos," I was warned, are illogical, unregulated, and feral. "Good luck," people would say. "He'll grow out of it."

I'm lucky: My son is a very easygoing kid. But I remember the first tantrum he threw for me. He was standing by our front door and asked to go outside. So I opened the door and grabbed his shoes. But as soon as he stepped onto the porch, he pointed back into the house.

"Inside," he said.

"Okay," I said. I picked him up and brought him inside.

But as soon as I shut the front door, he pointed outside.

"Outside!" he said.

You know where this is going. We went back and forth, inside and outside, again and again. He got more frustrated. And I got more frustrated. Eventually he wound up straddling the threshold of our house, sobbing. When I tried to comfort him, he screamed at me. "You go wherever you want!" I said. He just got madder. I felt trapped, convinced he’d concocted the whole episode as a pretext to unleash his rage at me. It was ridiculous. I consoled myself with the thought that he was just being a toddler.

But later I kept thinking about him wailing at our front door, one foot inside, one foot outside. His misery wasn't unreasonable, or trivial, or silly. My son was experiencing the agony of wanting two things that were impossible to have at the same time. What a fundamentally human sorrow! My son wasn't being a toddler; he was being a person. Adults may not walk around howling, but that same pain rages within us. In that moment, as a father, I was powerless to solve my son's problem. I told him he could go wherever he wanted, but of course I was wrong. To be where he wanted was impossible.

Make Believe: On Telling Stories to Children by Mac Barnett

[mwatcha]

gary episode likely takes place in spring, 2019, under the heavily implied assumption that evie is born and richie misses it.

that's after fishes, which is christmas 2018. mikey dies in 2022, meaning there were three whole years after the events of gary.

three whole fucking years. did richie forgive mikey for what he said immediately? did he ever repair his relationship with mikey at all before he died? richie and tiff divorced in that time. were he and mikey cool again? was there a long period of tension or resentment? how did they even work together after that?

[just-art]

In Medias Res by Teja Ream

In medias res, translates from Latin as “in the middle of things”, a literary device used to suggest a crucial point where transformation is made. 

[bunnyhauntingthedollshouse]

Oh to be a gremlin child again. Covered in grass stains and grazes, hair unbrushed with daisies in the knots, no concept of my own physicality, half way up a tree and eating an apple around my missing tooth. To be unabashedly ugly, to be unashamedly hungry, to be healthy and hearty and lean and covered in bruises and full of love and sun warmed strawberries. To feel time stretch forever, only flying when I fall into books. To love summer once more, and her insects and sweat.

[adarchives]

Stussy in Dazed, Issue 94, October 2002

[defoluegolar]