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and i hope you feel okay tonight
when you did the bad thing and you regret it
at a really specific time @ night i feel like i wanna fall in love or som shit lmao but then i wake up and im ok again
I feel like minor acts of kindness and good intentions are really important on days like this.Ā
Reasons Why Danās a Fail: Audience Participation Fear
what the fuck margaret
LaszoniaĀ
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not to be gay but
Iād really like to date a girl
Places where reality is a bit altered:
⢠any target ⢠churches in texas ⢠abandoned 7/11ās ⢠your bedroom at 5 am ⢠hospitals at midnight ⢠warehouses that smell like dust ⢠lighthouses with lights that donāt work anymore ⢠empty parking lots ⢠ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods ⢠rooftops in the early morning ⢠inside a dark cabinet
playgrounds at night
rest stops on highways
deep in the mountains
early in the morning wherever itās just snowed
trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic
schools during breaks
those little beaches right next to ferry docks
bowling alleys
unfamiliar mcdonalds on long roadtrips
your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep
laundromats at midnight
what the fuck
galeries in art museums that are empty except for youĀ
the lighting section of home depot
stairwells
ā¢hospital waiting rooms ā¢airports from midnight to 7am ⢠bathrooms in small concert venues
I just got the weirdest feeling I swear
OK LISTEN THERE ARE REASONS FOR THIS!!!
A lot of these places are called liminal spaces - which means they are throughways from one space to the next. Places like rest stops, stairwells, trains, parking lots, waiting rooms, airports feel weird when youāre in them because their existence is not about themselves, but the things before and after them. They have no definitive place outside of their relationship to the spaces you are coming from and going to. Reality feels altered here because weāre not really supposed to be in them for a long time for think about them as their own entities, and when we do they seem odd and out of place.
The other spaces feel weird because our brains are hard-wired for context - we like things to belong to a certain place and time and when we experience those things outside of the context our brains have developed for them, our brains are like NOPE SHIT THIS ISNāT RIGHT GET OUT ABORT ABORT. Schools not in session, empty museums, being awake when other people are asleep - all these things and spaces feel weird because our brain is likeĀ āI already have a context for this space and this is not it so it must be dangerous.ā Our rational understanding can sometimes override that immediateĀ ādangerā impulse but weāre still left with a feeling of wariness and unease.Ā
Listen I am very passionate about liminal spaces they are fascinating stuff or perhaps I am merely a nerd.Ā
I, for one, appreciate your passion for liminal spaces and thank you for explaining it to the rest of us.
Me: I am so tired, I wanna go to bed and sleep
Me: *goes to bed*
Me: *reads fanfiction till morning*
Me: well, that didn't go as planned
Me reading smut before tumblr: *blushing while sitting alone in my room.*
Me reading smut after tumblr corrupted me: *Reading a kinky fanfic. One without plot just straight up smut while sitting on the bus with my classmates.*