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South Pacific, book by Oscar Hammerstein II & Joshua Logan
One thing about me is i am listening to music
Reblog if you are Bad Queer Representation.
I used to really like the ✨ emoji but now she's best friends with AI and I feel like I can't trust her anymore
NO do NOT let them win. We can save her. We can wrest her association back from AI. She doesn't deserve this and we can't abandon her.
Someone asked me a while ago if I still had a photo of the worst sink I had ever seen while apartment hunting in Los Angeles. I assumed I deleted it so I didn't answer the ask and now it's gone, but as it turns out, yes, I do still have a photo of it.
What does this quote mean?
Most people don't believe in music, including me.
Typically only children believe in music; I am a child.
Music is for whimsical escapism, but ultimately isn't real.
My main experience of music is through Disney adaptations.
I believe Hans Christian Andersen and the Brothers Grimm popularised music.
Music is a useful way to subtly teach me morals.
People dismissively describe my taste in music as a disconnection from reality.
everything is getting worse and thats why it's SO so important that we have fun and hang out and play and im being serious im being unimaginable amounts of serious
The Players - Pascal Vinardel , 2020.
French b. 1951 -
Oil on canvas, 100 x 132 cm.
my most Millennial trait is that i want big screen to think properly. to compose my thoughts. app exists for your thing but no website? bad bad bad not good for think, need big screen for think. i wrote this post on the small screen btw
Dr. Elizabeth Macmillan || Golden Hour Recolour {Miss Fisher‘s Murder Mysteries}
TAMMY MACINTOSH as DR. MAC in Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries
S01E01 - Cocaine Blues
Elizabeth Macmillan in 2.01
Mac’s excellent, elegant gay sitting.
Fuck it, Mac appreciation post because she deserves everything (and my gay ass too)
Not to indulge in childish fantasies but what if every time I checked the news it wasn’t worse?
(no beers in) So how do you perceive me in the privacy of your thoughts
On of the less intuitive things about love, I've found, of any kind, is the importance of needing things.
I didn't realize it until recently, but I've always seen love as something requiring sacrifice, selflessness, patience, and generosity- to ask for nothing is to be the best person I can be, small and quiet and never in the way, always happy and helpful, self-sufficient and present when desired.
It's only as an adult, now, that I'm beginning to see the selfishness of wanting nothing.
I cut my friend's hair in my kitchen the other day. They wanted a trim and I had the skills, so I offered, and was genuinely excited when they stopped hesitating over "bothering me" and took me up on it. It was a peaceful afternoon, and we had tea and chatted for an hour or more.
My brother and I shared popcorn at the movies a while ago. When I came time to pay, I pulled my card out like a wild western sheriff and slapped it on the machine before he could fight me for it first. The satisfaction was delightful.
Someone called me crying on the phone the other day. Kept apologizing for disturbing me at work, talking about how they were bothering me on my lunch break. I was telling the truth when I told them that really, I was flattered and honored and relieved, knowing that if they were hurting I would know, that I didn't have to worry in silence. It felt good to hear them slowly come down, and to know that they knew it would be better soon, and to hear them laugh wetly on the other end. We're getting together for a visit next week.
It's hard to need things, if you've trained yourself not to. It's hard to want things, when you don't know how to want anymore. Trusting people is difficult, and so is relying on them, but I don't know where I'd be without the people who rely on me.
I've heard a lot of people say, "Nobody will love you unless you love yourself". I've had a lot of thoughts about it. It's not right, but it's not wrong, either, I think.
"Nobody will love you unless you love yourself"... I've always taken that to mean, "You will not be lovable until you develop a positive view of yourself as a person".
Now, I think it's sort of inside-out.
"Nobody will love you unless you love yourself"... because nobody can show their love to you in a way that you can accept until you treat yourself kindly, and learn what you need, and what you want, and how to ask for it, and then give that vulnerability away.
Love, for me, is someone I ask for a ride to the airport. Whether they end up doing this or not is irrelevant.
It's not needy, or selfish, or taking up energy. It's giving the gift of being wanted, and needed, and thought of. It's giving someone the security of being part of someone's life.
East Fortieth Street, New York, Photo by Michael Kenna, 2006