some day ill be able to post this on thursday
it’s out of touch thursday

Product Placement
Not today Justin
Stranger Things

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
One Nice Bug Per Day
i don't do bad sauce passes
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d e v o n
trying on a metaphor

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
hello vonnie
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Misplaced Lens Cap
cherry valley forever

oozey mess

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some day ill be able to post this on thursday
it’s out of touch thursday
Gonna chill out the rest of May and then change my entire life in June. Possibly July if that doesn't work out. Certainly no later than September or October.
um. i think that will make an even awkwarder silence
Pride prints are back in stock but leaving soon! 🐹🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
"Fat Tiger" by "Uncle Bum" (不二馬大叔).
"op explain this" "op what does this mean" you have NO appreciation for absurdism and it SHOWWWS
Oh, to be granted the power to speak to animals for just like 38 seconds, so that I could tell this pebble-brained feathery fuckass that nobody is impressed that he started singing earlier than anybody else. There's no bird pussy available at 2 am. The dames can sense your desperation. Stop screaming for at least three more hours.
thats most likely a bat
I have never seen or heard a bat in real life, but I think I could tell one apart from a passerine.
Someone else come fuck that guy for me
Found my husband’s baby book. OBSESSED with an image of him, newborn baby, on what looks like a large white comforter, alone, with the caption New Guy In Town. Obsessed I tell you.
The true 90s baby aesthetic as computers in the home were normalized
why is it giving this
they slayed
I keep thinking this! very frustrating
my least favorite literary smut turn of phrase is when a guy is like “im gonna ruin this pussy” “im gonna wreck this pussy for anyone else” like stop.. thats not yours…!
“Imma destroy that pussy” my friend 😔
The core appeal of Willy Wonka is that he's a nigh-omnipotent maniac who uses his near limitless powers over reality to trick shitty people into killing themselves. You can't make him the protagonist of a whimsical coming of age tale - you have to treat him like Jason Voorhees, or Dracula, or any other horror icon. Give him some new victims and new interesting kills and set him loose, that's all audiences want.
I feel like I watched a somewhat different movie...
Gene lobbied hard for Wonka to be introduced as a feeble limping old man who suddenly falls into a forward somersault and leaps to his feet, because "from that moment on the audience won't know if he can be trusted." On a related note: the director told Gene what would happen during the boat scene, but none of the other actors were prepared; to this day, none of them are sure what he ad libbed and what was scripted.
My favorite detail, though, is his performance of Pure Imagination. On the surface, the song is charming and inviting, but if you look closely at him throughout the scene, you'll notice that Gene never blinks. He looks around, down at his feet, up at the trees; his eyes never fully close. He moves erratically, stuttering up and down the steps of the chocolate room. The lyrics are warm and friendly, but his face is blank. He bows to permit his visitors to run amok, but his posture is stiff. He helps Violet and Mike reach a couple of treats, but there is no joy in the gesture. The final post-chorus feels like a dirge, a threat, and a warning, all at once; Wonka sits in repose under a tree, but his eyes are glassy and dispassionate. "There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination; / living there / you'll be free / if you truly / wish / to be.......... "
Fantasy in excess, like anything else, will destroy you; that's the real message of Gene Wilder's Wonka. He taunts his guests with unrepentant disdain, and doesn't care if they live or die. He toys with their emotions, their safety, and their grip on reality, feeling no regret or remorse, no pity, no compassion. Fantasy is colorful and compelling, but it's false, and ultimately empty. Wonka is a walking maladaptive daydream, and as far as I'm concerned, that's the real reason the 1971 film has endured in the culture for so long.
Wait, I'm expanding my "Mary Poppins vs. Bugs Bunny" trickster spectrum here.