Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.
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Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.
Times Jeffrey Dahmer’s Murders Could Have Been Discovered
- (June 1978) Dahmer was driving to a place he could dispose of Steven Hicks’ remains when he was pulled over by police for drifting over the center line. They noticed the trash bags in the back seat but didn’t ask to look inside them.
- (While Jeff was still living at Grandma’s) Lionel once looked into trash bags that had a foul odor and asked Jeff about them; he gave an excuse about dissecting roadkill, but the bags contained human remains.
- (September 1988) Police searched Dahmer’s apartment after his arrest for taking photos of the older Sinthasomphone boy. Richard Guerrero’s skull was in a drawer, and Jeff was waiting in jail for six days thinking they would confront him with this fact, but they had missed it.
- (March 1989) Lionel came across a locked metal and wood box at Catherine Dahmer’s house, and Lionel insisted that Jeff open it to show him what was inside. Jeff refused to, because it contained the preserved head and genitals of Anthony Sears. Jeff left the house angrily, Lionel took the box to the basement and was about to pry it open when Jeff returned and told him there was pornographic material inside and that he would open it up the next day. Lionel agreed with this plan, and Jeff switched out the body parts for pornographic literature to reveal to his dad.
- (late March 1989-May 1990) Dahmer kept Anthony Sears’ skull, painted gray, in his work locker until he moved into the Oxford Apartments. His locker was once searched and the skull was found, but the investigators thought it was fake.
- (May 1991) After a murder on the third floor of the Oxford Apartments (Jeff lived on the second floor), police interviewed the tenants. They came into Jeff’s apartment and asked if they could look around; he consented and yet they didn’t look around. If they had looked in his bedroom they would’ve seen the dead body that was laying on the bed. The third floor murder was discovered May 3, 1991, so the body was either Tony Hughes or Konerak Sinthasomphone.
- (May 1991) Police returning Konerak to Dahmer didn’t recognize the smell of corpses, or suspected it but didn’t investigate more deeply. They also did not look Dahmer up, even after Glenda Cleveland called to follow up on the incident.
When does evil begin?
Seeing the headlines about Charles Manson today gave me the idea to make these. Headlines about infamous killers set to their childhood photos.
Top to bottom: Ted Bundy, Richard Ramirez, Jeffrey Dahmer and Dylan Klebold.
Do not touch your body with bad intentions. Rub your belly when it is full. Stroke your soft skin. Hug yourself, even if it’s silly, because it feels nice. Pleasure yourself. Do not touch your body with bad intentions. Do not pinch at the fat on your stomach. Do not scratch at your skin. Do not hate the shell you’re encased in.
girls hmu. not looking for anything serious, just a wife and kids and a house
i love cats that sit like this. thank you, cats that sit like this
James & the Giant Peach- Miss Spider
LOVE her.
Those heels bitch you better serve all 6
A look honestly
linguini from ratatouille is the most accurate representation of a broke millennial, like he has no idea what he wants to do with his life and has a shitty apartment and gets drunk and has intense anxiety and actually acknowledges how weird his situation is. like, he just found this rat that can cook and can somehow communicate and control his actions by pulling on his hair and that’s weird af, but fuck it he really needs this job so fine let the rat cook, he doesn’t even care how weird his life is anymore he just needs money.
I will fuckin fight anyone who claims The Shape of Water didn’t pass the Bechdel Test just because the main character is mute and therefore “WELL TECHNICALLY TWO FEMALE CHARACTERS NEVER TALKED TO EACH OTHER”. I will throw shit at you if I hear this ableist nonsense. SHE HAS PLENTY OF CONVERSATIONS IN SIGN. The movie passes with beautiful flying colors, and I love her and Zelda’s friendship.
The Shape of Water (2017) dir. Guillermo del Toro
What I think: The Shape of Water is a masterpiece that I hope will forever be regarded as a crucial piece of literature. Not to mention having a compelling, beautiful narrative that makes you feel a full range of emotion, the film’s characters each shine bright and are proof that minorities cannot be ignored in film. It brings forth the idea that monstrosity is a distinctly human construct or phenomenon driven by notions of false superiority, ignorance, and lack of compassion, but that it doesn’t need to be that way. The Shape of Water is visually stunning, mentally stimulating, and emotionally fulfilling. It deserves all the accolades and more and is probably one of my favourite films ever.
What I say: so as it turns out, the fish guy is pretty hot.
ratatoullie [2007]
being a woman isn’t about the body you were born with or your feelings or your brain it’s about being haunted by this quote from margaret atwood for your entire life
“Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride