TAYLOR SWIFT The Eras Tour - Sydney, AUS - February 23rd, 2024. Photographed by Don Arnold.
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TAYLOR SWIFT The Eras Tour - Sydney, AUS - February 23rd, 2024. Photographed by Don Arnold.
I've posted these on my Twitter but I am trying to write poems again and here's 3 days in a row. I feel like I'm constantly screaming to the void cause im too afraid to share with those around me
MERLIN | 3x08 “The Eye of the Phoenix”
Which is why it’s important to not be mean.
Their cult teaches them that the world is full of scary monster people who hate them for being so good and loved by god. If you swear at them and call them names or get in their face you’re just doing the cults work for it.
I’m not saying you have to listen to their presentation or try to debate them (and really getting into a debate without thoroughly understanding what they’re being taught will just make things worse)… I am just saying to be polite and say no thank you like if they were trying to hand you a flyer for something you don’t care about.
It’s easier for them to see the world outside their bubble as less scary if they see everyday people just going about their business and being as nice to them as you are to everyone else. This goes doubly for anyone who happens to dress modestly, not swear, and not drink or smoke because whatever you believe, they’ll see you as a “good” person who happens to strangely have no interest in their “message”, and that might be enough to get some curious about the possibility of themselves living in the real world.
It’s sometimes hard to be nice to people who seem to represent something you dislike. Just remember these “elders” are sheltered young men, some of which are getting their first real contact with people of other/no faiths.
They are not your enemy. They are victims.
"I want," the man said to the art robot, and then described an image in some detail. "Certainly," said the art robot. A printout came out of its chest. "Thank y- Hey! What's this?" "A list of artists who make images of the kind you describe, and who are accepting commissions."
This is a horror story to a techbro and a feel-good comedy to anyone with a sense of human decency.
me in Paris,
pre-show Vivienne Westwood AW23/24
an hommage to Kate Moss
walking Vivienne Westwood SS95
Perhaps it victimizes me to admit that I am expertly betrayed. Easily taken advantage of. I am not a martyr. I am The Devil’s Professional Advocate. I will put myself in your shoes till my flesh melts with the soles. And in these trappings not made for me, my clumsy and stumbling gait walks me into gaping pits of disillusion. Bear traps set in a forest by those who know I will stop to admire the leaves and search for beetles on their backs who need rescuing. I suppose that I owe my survival to a magic trick I learned (earned?) when I was young:
“Leave your body, and go somewhere else.”
I became such a skilled dis-associator that I split in two. Peel myself straight down the middle like the plastic backing of a bandaid. Astral project into a timeline where I haven’t made whatever grave error in character judgement has landed me in my terrible predicament. I have been asked 100 times what the difference is between Halsey and Ashley and I have never answered honestly. The truth is that I built her, as a child, to protect the tender core that lies beneath. In a confusing chain of events, my maladaptive daydream became my full time reality. My armor can walk and talk and they look just like me. But you can’t hurt us anymore,
Because one of us is not real.
I haven't posted here personally in years but honestly I just need a place to scream into the void. Im miserable and suffering every day and I can't find a way out. I just want to feel loved and be loved by someone who hates me and wants nothing to do with me. I have ruined my own relationship to the point where my partner has fallen out of love with me and resents me being in his life. I am just so self destructive that I can't change my ways, I can't change the behaviors that got me here and I just dig myself deeper and deeper. I just wish i had never met him, so he would've never had the displeasure of being hurt by me. I am nothing if not destructive. I wish I had never was born, I do nothing but hurt.
My therapist once told me, “You are the guiltiest feeling person I’ve ever met” and just to prove her right, I took it to heart. An astrologer said, “You have so much water in your chart. What is it like to feel the emotions of every single person alive, everyday?” and I wept because I sensed he was displeased. A teacher told my parents “She’s very sensitive. Far more than the other kids in her class.” I took my SATs at 9 years old, but they encouraged my mother to hold me back because of how my eyes glistened when I heard the word no. She told them to go to hell. So I cried my way through my education until high school when they said “You take everything so personally, you’ll never survive in a company environment. You wouldn’t make a good employee.” So I employed myself (out of spite or…necessity) and then later, I hired 200 people. A boyfriend told me “Don’t be so dramatic, everything isn’t a movie.” Fine, so it’ll be an album then. The doctor said “This shouldn’t hurt a bit.” I tread daily on a minefield that leaves me classifying the variations in footsteps, the tonality in voice, a change in breath. “Is everything okay? You seem mad” is my pledge of allegiance to this tightly wound bundle of flesh. I am cut open, butterflied and flayed, with every single nerve exposed like live wires and, yes, they all hurt to touch. Each interaction is a litmus test of how well liked I am, and therefore how worthy to live. I wake up every morning and the moral barometer resets, T-minus 12 hours to prove to myself that I am not the bad person I believe I must be. Sleep, repeat. An amnesiac nightmare. Prometheus on a rock and the gull in my guts is myself. I once envied those with greater armor, but not anymore. “Why do you care so much?” Guard yourself from the little grievances, but the shield does not differentiate. The space where I am vulnerable to the pain that passes through is an entry point for the microscopic good that others may miss. I live in technicolor torment. If I could do it over again and choose the comfortable grey, I would seize a knife and cut the little keyholes back into my every limb. So the light can get in.
Lizzy Grant - Trailer Heaven
“I moved into Manhattan Mobile Home in New Jersey. And I was happy, because I was doing it for myself.” “ I was in that mobile home for two years. I was between there and Williamsburg and I had a boyfriend then. It was a very happy time.”
She lived at Manhattan Mobile Home Park in North Bergen, New Jersey, and commuted on the Hudson-Bergen line for her final year at Fordham. “I liked the time by myself. I liked decorating it with streamers–but only on the inside–fish tanks, little pink speakers with a jack for my iPod Touch. I wasn’t partying, I was really serious at the time, and I liked the diverse environments–going from the Bronx to New Jersey, and then recording with David on Gansevoort Street in the Meatpacking District. I loved taking cars from one place to another.”
“I did move into a trailer park when I made my first record. I moved into Manhattan Mobile Home in New Jersey.” “I used to take late night walks over the Williamsburg Bridge, go to all the 24 hour diners with $5 and beg the waiters to let me stay all night in exchange for the purchase of one giant slice of chocolate cake. I would sit for hours and read about interesting people like Karl Lagerfeld and listen to books on tape by Tony Robins to keep me company. I would take the D train to Coney Island.”
“There was a white trash element in the way there was a time that I didn’t want to be a part of mainstream society because I thought it was gross. I was trying to carve my own piece of the pie in a creative way that I kind of knew how. And I thought it was cool to be living by myself and working with a famous producer. I was excited about the future at the time.”
“There were a lot of families and residents who had been there for 35 years,” she told Nylon in 2013. “I liked the time by myself. I liked decorating it with streamers—but only on the inside—fish tanks, little pink speakers with a jack for my iPod Touch. I wasn’t partying, I was really serious at the time, and I liked the diverse environments—going from the Bronx to New Jersey, and then recording with David on Gansevoort Street in the Meatpacking District. I loved taking cars from one place to another.”
“I remember I was working with like, this very famous producer on my first record, but at night at 3 in the morning when it was time to go home, I’d take the light rail to my trailer park in New Jersey, and it felt very much like two worlds colliding. Which gave me a lot of hope, like the future could hold anything, you know? Maybe I could go in this direction, or in that direction.. I could be whatever person I wanted to be.”
“It’s fun in the summer though because everyone has their garden. I had a garden.. it was a fake flower garden [laughs] but I grew blue hydrangeas and ivy. It was fun, we did have good little barbecues and picnics. I had tinsel year round.. I had lots of big vases and fake aquariums, pirate ship clocks, and sandshell pictures. It . It was just fun because I moved in here pretty much when I started recording the record and you know we recorded that record for 3 months straight. We worked like from 3 to 3 everyday and then I’d come home here and I’d like lay in bed all day and listen to The Beach Boys and drink pink lemonade and wait to go to work again and see David Kahne. It was a good time.”
“It’s the closest trailer park to Manhatten.” “Mine [trailer] had shag brown carpet and there was a bed and couch and a kitchen and bathroom and another bedroom and there was a lot of room. Mine was $525 a month. It’s fun because when everyone [children] is out on like their tricycles you feel like you’re a part of a community. It’s pretty quiet here like if I left I would have someone, you know, watch like they would know when you would go and then they would watch your place. I mean there’s nothing to this. The lock doesn’t even work. There’s a chain on the gate and that’s it.”
“Martha is the landlady. I called Martha when I saw the listing and she came and got me and brought me here and I got it that day! She was so nice and then she came back with me and moved all of my stuff out of my boyfriend’s house. Is this a musician boyfriend? What did he introduce you to? How did he influence? Yes, he influenced me in a big way. He was the one who got me closest to my sound before I started working with David Kahne and he recorded my demos with me that I then took to David. He’s very smart. His name is Steven Mertens… He came and saw this place, he liked it.”
When we were coming on the train today we saw that phenomenal view of Manhattan. “Oh my God, so that was like a big part of the inspiration for a lot of the songs, definitely for Blue Ribbon Sparkler Trailer Heaven just because.. yeah what a way to appreciate the city. I wrote half of my lyrics here and half of them were already done. The more upbeat ones were written here because I was more happy. It’s easier to write when I’m happy.”
Why did you decide to leave for Manhattan? “After I lived here? Really honestly just because it got too expensive.. even thought it was cheap but I don’t really have another job other than singing at night when I can. It was kind of a phenomenon to even get my own place at all. So then I just moved and now I kind of live with everybody.”
“I didn’t feel trapped in a trailer park. I felt trapped before I got to the trailer park because I had nowhere to live. When I got my trailer, everyone there had the same taste as I did. We all liked giant, lush, fake flower gardens and liked to decorate the walls with streamers even if it wasn’t our birthday. I couldn’t have been happier there. Before that, I did dream of escaping.”
“Oh I don’t even know if I should have said to anyone that I was living in a trailer in New Jersey but stupidly, I did this interview from the trailer, in 2008. It’s cringey, it’s cringey (laughs). I thought I was a rockabilly. I was platinum. I thought I had made it in my own way. I found this trailer in New Jersey, across the Hudson-Begren Light Rail. So I moved there, I finished school and I made that record (LDR AKA Lizzy Grant) which was shelved for 2 and a half years and then came out for like 3 months. But I was proud of myself. I felt like I had arrived, in my own way. I had my own thought and it was kind of kitschy and I knew it was going to sort of influence what I was doing next. It was definitely a phase (laughs).” - Lana in 2017
Gymnastics has come a long compared to that old footage, but this difference is particularly significant for black girls! Because they have never taken seriously our abilities! Just because the color of our skin is not what they want to see!
Simone Biles’s fantastic performance has been covered by many news outlets all these years! Now we can see the real difference!
#BlackGirlsMagic
It’s like a metaphor of what millenials have to do to get jobs vs baby boomers lol
I was debating whether to reblog but that last comment did it for me
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I hate the internet. I hate how this poem doesn’t need to be finished but it has 13.9k retweets and 21.1k likes. Everyone knows how this poem ends and I hate it
Violets are Blue
Michael Jackson sang Thriller
My favorite thing from the internet today.
this gem needs to be documented too
i feel like tumblr sometimes forgets that
poland is the EU’s largest producer of raspberries
serbia exported over $200 million euro worth of frozen raspberries last year
In case no one has told you today, I’m so proud of you I know how hard you’re trying
The Types At A Campfire
Thinking about how inefficient it is to cook food over a fire: INTJ, ISTJ, ENTJ, ISTP, INTP
Happily toasting marshmallows, enjoying the aesthetic: ISFJ, INFP, INFJ, ISFP, ESFJ
Singing random campfire songs: ENFP, ESFP, ENFJ
Competing to see who can make the biggest fire on their stick: ENTP, ESTP
Yelling at the people setting their sticks on fire: ESTJ