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so sad how anti-hero asks “are you going to leave me because i scheme too much - because i am too much?” but then midnights’ two closers give you two answers: no (mastermind) and yes (dear reader). & the fact that it’s really up for us to choose makes it even sadder, like none of this is REAL. it’s all in her head. she’s up past midnight, creating and answering her own questions. and at midnight, she says no! they know i mastermind things and they love it about me! but three hours later, when she’s still up processing, she says yes! i have done too much and gone too far! i go home to an empty house! and it’s fucking sad, because it’s all in her imagination, the question and the answers. so we get to pick where the conversation goes, how the album concludes. we pick and we hope we’re right or wrong. it is both a privilege and a nightmare.
I do not understand why Taylor Swift haters delight in telling their friends who are fans that she sucks or that she’s mid. You’re not a good friend. Remove Taylor from the equation and you’re just insulting your friend’s interest like???
"It's a dog!"
"Yeah, he's not even a very good one. But he's out there alone, and probably scared."
saw superman today (my first dc movie) and clark saving the squirrel & wishing they could've euthanised the giant monster in a less painful way & getting himself captured bc he didn't want krypto to be alone and scared & saving that alien baby with everything he had & agreeing that he thought every person he met was beautiful & how his greatest strength was his humanity oh i love him
what the hey dude!
Hit the hay so hard last night that i found the needle
Did you know that you can waste your free time by not knowing which activity to do so you do none of them
Just thought of Van’s video store, While You Were Streaming, sitting vacant after her death and eventually closing down, probably leaving a couple dozen queer teenagers without their safe space, a whole little archive of queer pop culture that Van curated over the course of 25 years all thrown away and forgotten and now I’m crying
One day I woke up and everybody knew what a labubu was
Obsessed
I absolutely love the carefully thought-out costume design for adult Natalie. She’s in her 40s, but she still dresses like the edgy teenager she was in the 90s: motorcycle jackets, band tees, cheetah print, fishnets, thick eyeliner, an affinity for red, black, gray, and brown. She’s stuck in the past, emotionally stunted and clinging to a version of herself that existed before the crash.
But her style now is more haphazard. As a teen, her outfits were rebellious but curated. There was intention behind the way she layered specific pieces, color coordination, a general sense of cohesion. Adult Nat’s wardrobe, on the other hand, is mismatched and chaotic. Pieces clash instead of complementing; colors don’t quite align, elements that belong in entirely different outfits are placed together. There’s a sense of carelessness, like she’s throwing on armor instead of outfits. It’s not just fashion, it’s dysfunction made visible. A visual manifestation of Natalie’s unraveling. The echoes of her teenage style are still there, but they’ve been distorted by years of substance use, grief, and disillusionment. What once felt like defiant self-expression now feels like a fragmented identity.
And perhaps most telling is the presence of high-end designer pieces. She’s seen wearing All Saints and Saint Laurent tees, Dolce & Gabbana red animal print pants, an Alexander McQueen shawl, etc. Alongside her Porsche, it’s a glimpse into the version of Natalie who came back from the wilderness and tried to fill the void with things. Expensive things. The things her family could never afford when she was growing up. She’s in pain, she needs to find a way to escape it, but she doesn’t know how to find long-term solutions. So she looks towards what will make her feel better right now: drugs, expensive cars, designer clothes and handbags that don’t quite feel authentic to her. It’s like she’s trying to buy the identity she always wished she had. Grief and trauma buried under retail therapy, nihilism wrapped in luxury leather.
A friendship that was not talked about enough 😔😔😔