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prompt: knowing you need to change something major in your life, yearning for that change. But you cannot. Not yet, at least.
IF I COULD BE A DIFFERENT PERSON, I PROMISE YOU, I WOULD
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can you do one about feeling lost/like you don’t know what your own identity is?
I THINK I'VE LOST MYSELF SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY
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I’M NOT A GOOD PERSON, ASK ANYONE WHO LOVES ME
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Happy Pride Month! 💙❤🖤💫🖤❤💙 from a polyamorous person
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dress up time with ya bro
One of my favourite pop culture useless pieces of information that I know is the fact that trends in horror movies can tell you about the general fears of the world at any given time in cinematic history.
Sorta!
1940s - You have people still alive that remember Jack the Ripper, you have the Axeman of New Orleans and two world wars. The classics are being made for shock escapism and dark stalkers are also popular (usually trusting people turning out to be the enemy).
1950s - post-nuclear bomb. Giant monsters, or unknown blobs are the trend.
1970s/1980s - modern era begins, and serial killers are becoming known and prominent. Slasher films are the trend. The Cold War also drives the fear of invasion, so a few alien films come out in this time.
1990s - a horror movie lull, and lull in wars and disturbances.
2000s - fear of invasions and biological warfare. Zombie movies become the trend.
Here you go! It's just a random article, but it's a fun starting point. It outlines the ideas better than what I did above. Fears, politics etc all play a role.
Film has always been a reflection of our society. When world events occur or certain beliefs become widespread, they naturally shape our per
I literally did a 100k PhD thesis on this. I can recommend you a different scholarly book for every decade of American horror.
"Dunk"
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M. A. Thompson - I Won’t Write My Poem ‘Till I’m In My Right Mind X
Mary Oliver X
Richard Siken - road music
George Sand (Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin) in her letter to Gustave Flaubert X
Ada Limón - The Carrying X
Nikki Giovanni - Mirrors X
“I just want to be kind in a world that isn’t”
the difference between tumblr and twitter is that pretty much everyone on tumblr needs some kind of compassionate intervention in their lives, but at a low background level. Twitter has 99% normies succumbing to internet brainrot and 1% just the most outlandish personalities you’ve ever seen.
your average tumblr personality is a shaking dog in a Sarah McLachlan appeal, with enough time and care they can be rehabilitated and placed in a loving home. your average big-time twitter account should be sent to a prison colony on the moon
how quickly we forget our past on this site…
Friend I was here for the bone stealing witch. Even as the sun and moon hid their eyes and averted their gaze I saw the witch walk without fear of the laws of God nor man and steal those bones and sell them on etsy. The amputated toe. The breast milk jewelry. A man who against any law of heaven desires to own another human as a pet reblogged my star wars discourse posts. You want to talk about racefaking cannibal mermaids?? Bah! How many kickstarter scams for cartoons that sounded unbearably twee have come and gone? How many stars risen and fallen? I remember when this site had a sizable userbase of meth enthusiast who just posted aesthic shots of their stash and rigs. Where are those crank aficionados now? Gone like so many others. And yet I remain!
And when I tell you that twitter is worse than any of that you should heed my words!!
#DO NOT CITE THE DEEP MAGIC TO ME WITCH#I WAS THERE WHEN IT WAS WRITTEN
Tumblr is a former battlefield that’s now turned into a haunted moor. Twitter is an active war zone.
Pride is almost here so I think it is good to remember pride isn't here thanks to world wide companies who "dress in rainbow" just for a month. Pride is here because trans women, butch lesbians, gay men, queer people of color and every other memeber of the LGBTQ+ community fought in the past and still fighting today. There are still a lot of things to fight for. So keep fighting until we are sure each one of us is safe and happy. Have a great pride month.
Also trans men. Because posts like this always mention trans women but not trans men. It is possible to support transfeminine people without perpetuating the myth that trans men have never been involved in our own history. Thanks.
Jamison Green, born in 1948. He was a pioneer for trans men after Lou Sullivan's death. He's still alive.
Carter Brown, a victim of workplace transphobia, and the founder of Black Transmen Inc.
Robert Eads, 1945-1999. Pictured with his trans female partner, Lola. I recommend watching Southern Comfort, which follows him throughout his final year of life. His story is a beautiful one, but also a tragic example of medical transphobia.
Loren Cameron, born in 1959. A photographer and artist, who curated exceptional and groundbreaking collections of trans photography.
Willmer Broadnax, 1916-1992. A black gospel singer who never medically transitioned, but lived his entire life as a male, in public.
Lucas Silveira, born in 1979. He is the first openly transgender man to have signed with a major record label. He is still alive.
Billy Tipton, 1914-1989. He did not undergo a medical transition, but raised multiple children, and had a successful musical career.
Jim McHarris, a black trans man born in 1954, who you can read more about here.
Reed Erickson, 1917-1992. You can read about his insanely important contribution to LGBT+ progress here.
Stop erasing trans male stories by leaving us out of Pride Month posts.
Trans men are not a footnote in history.
Trans men are not an afterthought.
We have always been around.
Erasure of trans men, and transmasculine people more generally, perpetuates the myth that queerness is inherently feminine. Butch lesbians, male impersonators, and trans men have always been central to LGBT+ progress and pride. I'm tired of people defaulting to anti-FTM mindsets, or at the very least, erasing trans men as their first instinct. I'm sick of the invisibility that we suffer. I'm sick of masculine lesbians, like Stormé DeLarverie, being treated as irrelevant. I feel so much solidarity with butches and lesbians who have been cut out of history, because the same thing is happening to trans men.
This Pride Month, when you see a post claiming trans women are the only ones who ever contributed to progress, remember to critically think. Remember all the work that trans men have done. Remember the masculine people, and men, who died so that we could live. Who stood alongside drag queens and trans women.
Alas, very soon everything will disappear:
the birdcalls, the delicate blooms. In the end,
even the earth itself will follow the artist’s name into oblivion.
“All day she plays at chess with the bones of the world.”
After the fairy tale, the world is hazy, blue.
The roles and faces here are unrehearsed.
The soldier sings the partisan’s laments.
The young girl plays her songs of mourning…
as the world caves in
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[Image ID:
(1) a marble statue of two lovers lying down, embracing.
(2) text saying “I remember thinking the world ended a long time ago but no one noticed. I remember every dinner”. the first line is highlighted in green.
(3) If someone said to me again: 'Supposing you were to die tomorrow, what would you do?' I wouldn't need any time to reply. If I felt drowsy, I would sleep. If I was thirsty, I would drink. If I was writing, I might like what I was writing and ignore the question. If I was having lunch, I would add a little mustard and pepper to the slice of grilled meat. If I was shaving, I might cut my earlobe. If I was kissing my girlfriend, I would devour her lips as if they were figs. If I was reading, I would skip a few pages. If I was peeling an onion, I would shed a few tears. If I was walking, I would continue walking at a slower pace. If I existed, as I do now, then I wouldn't think about not existing. If I didn't exist, then the question wouldn't bother me. If I was listening to Mozart, I would already be close to the realms of the angels. If I was asleep, I would carry on sleeping and dream blissfully of gardenias. If I was laughing, I would cut my laughter by half out of respect for the information. What else could I do, even if I was braver than an idiot and stronger than Hercules?
(4) CROZIER:
(Speaking slowly, painfully)
We scattered our instruments behind us, and left them where they fell Like pieces of our bodies, like limbs We no longer had need for; we walked on and dropped them, compasses, tins, tools, all of them. Now we come to the end of science...
(5) a living room with a green couch and lots of ornaments.
(6) a painting of a white kitchen door with an umbrella and a pair of boots leaning against it.
(7) text saying “We know that there's poetry. We know that there's death.” the word know is italicized in both sentences.
(8) Say tomorrow doesn't come.
Say the moon becomes an icy pit.
Say the kitchen's a cow's corpse.
Say we never get to see it: bright future, stuck like a bum star, never coming close, never dazzling.
Say the sweet-gum tree is petrified. Say the sun's a foul black tire fire.
Say the owl's eyes are pinpricks.
Say the raccoon's a hot tar stain.
Say the shirt's plastic ditch-litter.
Say we never meet her. Never him. Say we spend our last moments staring at each other, hands knotted together, clutching the dog, watching the sky burn.
Say, It doesn't matter.
Say, That would be enough.
Say you'd still want this: us alive, right here, feeling lucky.
(9) a tumblr post by @/soracities, saying “maybe a lot of life really is just figuring out who you'd sit and do the dishes with even while the world ends”.
(10) a realistic painting of a bedroom. there is a desk, a bed and an open window. several baskets hang above the bed.
(11) an impressionist painting of a living room with an open door and beams of sunlight coming in. a few armchairs are seen.
(12) Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we've got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
What you're gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
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“I’d have said you were fuckin’ crazy. But I am here now – we’re here, an’ I don’t never want that to be any different. You’re my whole world, bro…I ain’t never loved anythin’ as much as I love you”
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I WILL BE THE KNIFE THIS TIME.
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