"I never know what to do in pictures."
"Do you want to tango?"
"... what."
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"I never know what to do in pictures."
"Do you want to tango?"
"... what."
A series in 5 parts.
in the sense that
and what im getting at is
so basically
there’s a cultural obsession with labelling all female authors as unintelligent or otherwise only capable of accidentally stumbling into brief moments of genius in their works that we need to start pushing back against
“I was always bothered when people say, ‘I cry to your music, it sounds like a diary, it sounds so personal,’” Mitski says. “Yes, it is personal. But that’s so gendered. There’s no feeling of, ‘Oh, maybe she’s a songwriter and she wrote this as a piece of art.’”
(source)
feel like it's related to the phenomenon mitski's discussing here - if women's art is only seen as unfiltered diaristic emotion then of course it can only ever be accidental genius, never created with intention and thought
i love when there's a picture of mike and it's just like. hello mr. titties.
mr. titties!!!
The most terrifying part of having memory issues is when you can feel something from 5 seconds ago be thrown out the window and there's an empty hole where it once was. You remember that you forgot something.
Woman who hasn't been held in a decade: oh I'm pretty low maintenance, yeah honestly I think I'd find that overwhelming or something, can I just hold your hand instead? If that's okay of course?
Woman who feels ill at the notion of taking up space: yeah I can stand. Yeah honestly it's no biggie I like standing. Do you mind if I lean here? It's okay to say no.
Woman who would rather die than be considered selfish: I'm really sorry to ask I'm probably just being annoying but could I ask for another pillow? Yeah there isn't one in the room. Yeah no worries I can just bunch up some towels if needed.
Woman who's most outlandish and fantastical fantasies are a coffee date and seeing a movie with someone: oh I don't get out much. Yeah I don't really like being around people. I'm pretty much an introvert. Or something like that yeah.
Woman who would break down screaming and crying if someone showed even a hint of affection in person, who would fall apart at the seams if you held her still and asked her if she was okay, woman who if allowed too would wrap herself around you and sob and weep until she became severely dehydrated: oh yeah sorry I spaced out for a second there. Yeah I'm doing alright.
i love when there's a picture of mike and it's just like. hello mr. titties.
fuckin. made myself cry bc I'm stupid.
I want to have a relationship and get married and have kids so bad. I want to have a family. but I know it's never going to happen bc my personality is fucking awful. like I can deal with the whole not being particularly attractive thing, but. People don't like being around me. bc im weird and off-putting. plus im apparently the only queer person in my age group who actually wants those things. and I joke about dying alone and cats eating my corpse but fuck man. I just want to care about someone like that.
I live here now. cherish the sisky. pet the sisky. kiss the sisky
this clipping basically says that without stage makeup Ryan resembles Elliot Page for that month's look-alike
they love me because I be saying shit like alas and perchance
last night I said 'how fortuitous' unironically
the world is my cuck chair
scone butch... The person for all your pastry and lesbian needs
We all got that one mutual that be going through the most treacherous situations a person could endure and then posting a few minutes later about why such and such should get fucked through a concrete wall.
Mutual: my situationship partner just got caught in a tornado at a broken glass factory where they were cheating on me with my landlord who just increased my rent by 6000% and my pet marmot has a disease so rare they’re naming it after him and all my bones are becoming apricot jelly which I’m allergic to.
Same mutual 16 minutes later: Do you think Ronald McDonald and the Burger King ever explored each other’s bodies?
bill, coming out of anesthesia: wow oh my god you're so handsome (starts crying) dont tell my boyfriend I said that
mike:
post inspired by those videos of people not recognizing their s/o after getting their wisdom teeth out. btw.
bill, coming out of anesthesia: wow oh my god you're so handsome (starts crying) dont tell my boyfriend I said that
mike: