im going to fucking die
i hate this so much omg
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im going to fucking die
i hate this so much omg
DRAMAAA!!!! (short scene I wrote for a workshop. Inspired by the documentary “The Mask You Live In”) (at Hollywood)
He Doesn’t Love You Anymore; Stop Checking His Facebook
This might feel like an emergency room for quite some time.
But eventually, like so many heart monitors,
this feeling will flatline.
Will burst and deflate like an aneurysm.
My god, you loved him, didn’t you?
You loved him like violinists love their symphonies.
But eventually, if you play too hard,
if you bow too fast,
the instrument breaks.
Maybe he has a new girl now.
And she makes you feel like graffiti, like graves,
like grasping at straws in comparison.
But they say that some compasses
reverse polarity in the right hands.
That the needle points to North
and calls it South instead.
You are in your own right hands.
And no matter what,
you’ll always be your own True North.
this is the boy volcano. you can tell it’s a man because the song says so and also it has no tertiary sex characteristics, it just looks like a volcano. it’s a volcano with a human face
this is the girl volcano. you know she’s a girl because she literally has a pretty human face and long human hair and a high voice. if they didn’t make sure you knew she was a woman you might have thought these anthropomorphised volcanoes were Gay
Pixar’s Umbrella Heteros Short 2: This Time Its Volcanos
This post makes me so mad. You’re all ignorant children parroting whatever bullshit comes your way. The volcanoes are based on the Hawaiian musician Israel Kamakawiwoʻole (better known as Iz) and his wife Marlene. They were made specifically to resemble the couple, you fucking walnuts. This is why we can’t have nice things. You take everything beautiful and try to corrupt it with your shitty politics
This is Iz and Marlene.
He’s not just “that dude with the cover of Over The Rainbow” okay? He’s fucking important. He was a musician, yes, and he was an activist for Hawaiian rights and independence.
He used his music to promote awareness of the second class status of Hawaiian natives created by the tourist industry.
When he died, the Hawaiian state flag flew at half mast. His coffin (but not his body, he was cremated) lay in state at the state capitol building in Honolulu. Just the third person in Hawaiian history to be given that honor. And the only one who was not a government official. Ten thousand people attended his funeral.
He is a big important part of Hawaiian culture and history. So don’t get all social justice warrior about sexuality and gender when this is really about a culture and honoring the memory of people who are important to that culture.
“you fucking walnuts”
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There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. -Maya Angelou
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Just because you took longer than others doesn’t mean you failed.
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wow this is actually extremely reassuring
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if you had a friend who spoke to you in the same way you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow that person to be your friend?
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I have a special skill of feeling too much when I shouldn’t, and feeling nothing when I should.
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My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.
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I see a light in you that I never want to see go out. I love you so much.
But I miss you to the point of anguish. I’d like to see you and have you to myself — just to myself — for a long, long while.
Simone de Beauvoir - From Letters to Sartre (via durianseeds)