The Bowery Presents
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Color Me Curious
Cosmic Funnies
Not today Justin
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The Bright Sessions
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Origami Around
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Love Begins
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@onebilliontastesandtunes
me: she [former boss's daughter] has a boyfriend of five years, it's not going anywhere.
Them: But she still flirts with you all the time, right?
other them: she's playing games with you.
me: I've played this game a dozen times before. I wanna see if I can beat it on hard mode.
When friendship turns to passion like some bird that learns to fly, there is no time for the chance to wonder why...
John K Samson (via onebilliontastesandtunes)
andrew update: had a dream about an ex girlfriend and it fucked up my entire day. but the good news? for the first time in 16 years it wasn't a dream about my HS ex, whom I dream about approx once every 2-3 months, but my most recent ex. I feel like that's personal growth from my subconscious.
i picked up mazel by rebecca goldstein on a whim and i’m really really liking it and i looked up the author and she writes? wild philosophical tracts along with these nice yiddishkeit novels? and both her daughters are writers, one of whom writes deliciously weird stuff? so now i have 12 more books to read
Her book 36 Arguments for the Existence of God is superb and an all time favorite. Also her husband is brilliant as well. Power couple.
well. this. did. not. age. well.
The thing is, while I do indeed hate my job, every time we end for summer or winter break I immediately slip into a depressive state for a few weeks. What’s that about.
me, last week: god I am begging for thanksgiving break. me, today: I would literally do anything to have a 60 min algebra session with some teenagers right now.
The princess and the seven suitors
Everything with you is subtext.
Strictly a whiskey girl, you pour only that which is opaque. You drop seven ice cubes and I put my head in the freezer, but can’t manage to sever my neck and become the eighth.
If I had my way, I would give you seven mint leaves for juleps and a pestle so that you could grind them to release the oils and throw them out the window. They would sprinkle to the ground with the seeds and the beanstalks would grow up outside your dormitory where I would fight off these skeletons with a sword made from a severed unicorn’s horn, only to fall pierced by a glance from your inverse eyelid’s flutter. Then laugh.
If you had your way, perhaps, you would transmogrify me into a kitten so I could slip in and sleep in your mitten and you would stroke under my chin before you grabbed your keys at the door.
If you had your way, perhaps, you would pour us both a generous measure of whine and when it’s all done we’d wake up refreshed with the world embossed into starker relief.
If you had your way, perhaps, you would run through the forest and giggle out a stream like blodeuwedd and everywhere you stepped would grow dandelions ready for tea and we would chase after you like deer maybe only to be gored by one another’s antlers.
If you had your way, perhaps, you would correct my french grammar and kissing and roast of coffee and we would drink it down to say, “Prenez bien vos aises, vos peines sur mon coeur, et vos pieds sur une chaise…” A shadow of the street.
If you had your way, perhaps, you would build music with me, a mirror fugue of your perfect symmetrical figure, melodies of your curves, and you would disappear into thin air so only I could hear you in my infected, deafening ears.
If you had your way, perhaps, you would set fire to the ground so everything dead burns away and what remains is fresh, vital, and without cynicism. We don’t need pessimism, pessimism, pessimism.
If you had your way, perhaps, you would travel deep into the darkest north with us as your honor guard. There you would find the ambiguously moraled witch of the north. For five to seven years, you’ll study her magic, all the while my hair is growing. And what is that itching at my back? Are those feathers? What is that balance behind me? is that a tail? And with a flick of your nose, I fly far, far away to do your bidding, express my lust, forever.
having this person back in my life on a daily basis has been a trip.
“Every American should be forced to live outside the United States for a year or two. Americans should be forced to see how ridiculous they appear to the rest of the world! They should listen to someone else’s version of themselves – to anyone else’s version! Every country knows more about America than Americans know about themselves! And Americans know absolutely nothing about any other country!”
— John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany
instagram: basically shopping and showing off, but you can at least curate your feed to be good.
Facebook: your grandma is on it, plus a lot of nazis. Is why our grandparents are all slowly becoming fascists.
4chan: went from being libertarian to alt right tumblr: lost its entire user base and $1.097 Billion dollars in value when it got rid of porn
myspace: got eated by facebook
youtube: ads everywhere, plus it's hard to contribute to discussions. also the algorithm really wants to show you nazis.
snapchat: can't talk to anyone over 25 with it.
tiktok: can't talk to anyone over 20
twitch: can't talk to anyone over 15
blogs: used to be hotbeds of thoughtful discussion and personal narrative; google killed reader and now they barely exist.
onlyfans: you have to pay
substack: is onlyfans but for journalists.
Pinterest: The only men on it are gun nuts. Also its algorithm is terrible.
reddit: mostly fine, but slowly adding a lot of features to make it more social media-ish and less comments-driven. still can find good communities, but what was once the best part of reddit is slowly disappearing.
Parler: exists exclusively for right wingers who got expelled from other social media for hate speech or threats.
discord: Only gamers use it, plus too many notifications.
Livejournal: I'm not fluent in Russian.
Lemmy: You've never heard of it unless you're an extremist.
twitter: everyone in the world is connected to one big conversation about the most important stuff going on right that second, but you have to deal with an anachronic timeline (like facebook) and it's trying to do stories (like insta and facebook)
I joined a quarantine bubble with two friends for winter break and today they watched A Teacher and it’s triggering the shit out of me
I’m having a weekend away with some friends a few states over so we are all getting covid tested ahead of time and it really has the vibe of everyone getting STI tested before an orgy.
Social media you are supposed to be my go to for shame and regret and when I can’t depression post on you because a target of shame and regret is in my orbit it really cramps my style and then I have to log off Twitter and fbook and insta and go to tumblr of all places to vent
The thing is, while I do indeed hate my job, every time we end for summer or winter break I immediately slip into a depressive state for a few weeks. What’s that about.
iconic. only time an adaptation-added character has ruled this hard.
campfire. fireworks.
Rośnij, rośnij moja zielona sosno Bym mogła wspiąć się na twój czubek Bym mogła spojrzeć w dół, na drog Przy drodze zieleni się trawa Tam mój miły śpi na materacu
should I get back into using tumblr to journal for my mental health?
