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This one just got first place at the Utah State Fair
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The second time I quilted Joan of Ark.
This one just got first place at the Utah State Fair
STOP SCROLLING ITS A QUILT
Kaveh Akbar, from “No is a Complete Sentence", Calling a Wolf a Wolf
I just finished watching We Were Liars and I need an emotional support human please I feel like my soul has shattered
I stated watching We Were Liars thinking it would be another light summer show about a group of friends having funny little teen drama, but it ended up being one of the best shows i’ve seen about trauma, grief and generational trauma and the long time effects of it. Watching these kids trying to break their family’s trauma was sad and painful. Realizing half of those memories were just Candence’s mind dealing with the pain and the grief totally BROKE ME, but watching her running away from all the adults throwing her grandmother’s pearls to the ocean (the physical representation of the generational pain of the family) while wearing Gat’s necklace was so beautiful but also bittersweet as she was also leaving behind all the memories with the liars.
All i can think about is that famous quote “what is grief if not love persevering?” and that’s exactly how i can describe this show. Grief can feel like a dark whole but it brings us close to the ones we love in so many ways and that’s why we hold on to it.
Hands down best show i’ve seen this summer so far
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
I actually think about this so much you have no idea.
I mourn every friend that's gone off somewhere
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Pedro Pascal & Bella Ramsey — describing Pedro's final wrap day on set
it’s so much worse. the way ellie tells joel to get up and he tries. the way abby seeps the pointed end of the club into his neck. the way the wlf members don’t even bother knocking ellie out because she is already so emotionally paralyzed by grief she can’t even so much as stand.
but more than anything else it’s crawling to him. all she can muster is crawling with nothing but her arms and cuddling into joel with her whole person. her face buried into the man’s which will forever be the last memory of him. it’s like watching a child seeking the safety of a parent who can’t protect them anymore. this isn’t just the death of a protector. it’s the death of home. joel, to ellie, is safety. safety that she spent the last five years resenting until it was too late. he’s been the one constant in a shattered world. so when he’s dying — or dead — she reverts, not in age but in emotional rawness. she becomes a daughter clinging to a father figure who can’t shield her anymore. and it’s not just fear. it’s complete unmooring. there’s no one left to hold the world up for her. it’s the kind of need that children have when everything feels too big, too loud, too dangerous. she needs to be held. but there’s no one to hold her, so she becomes the one doing the holding, even if he can’t respond. and he’ll never respond.
in one of ellie’s most harrowing moments in life joel was there to cling on to her. in yet another, she clings to him. but he’ll never cling back again.
"Joel killed 19 people." ok?? Am I supposed to care?? God forbid a man has hobbies 🙄
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THE LAST OF US (2025) | 2.02
he tried to LIFT HIMSELF UP FOR HER
Pedro Pascal Reacts to 'The Last of Us' S2E2 — with Bella Ramsey & Kaitlyn Dever
Just cried. “So this is how democracy dies… with thunderous applause” has never been so strongly felt
"And I'm trying my best to stand up for you in every way I can." 🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️
alancummingreally I wore this suit to the Met gala centuries ago in protest at being told to shut up and keep out of politics during the Iraq war, but I think today its message is even more prescient and vital.
The quote is by the great Audre Lord and the suit was designed by Stephen Cirona.