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i went to alphaville and everyone there asked if you really want to live forever

you wear an ancestor’s face

did anyone else form a very personal connection to the diary of Anne Frank in middle school and feel like you were holding your breath your whole fifteenth year only to realize you were outliving her, continue to outlive her, continue to grow like she deserved to and you die a little inside or is that just me

you know how you can go and watch a movie you watched a bunch as a kid and the version of a song in it is different? like they actually changed it since you were a kid? that isn't normal. we didn't do that until like, the last ten years. it's fucked up.

to learn you can rest without being “lazy,” to learn you can be upset without being told you complain too much, to learn you can want things without being called “selfish,” to learn that people can raise their voices without yelling at you, to learn that mistakes don’t mean you aren’t trying. the world is an incredible place

sounds silly but. one of the greatest things ever as someone with a trauma background is learning that things aren't inherently as bad or as scary as I thought. it IS possible to assemble Ikea furniture without arguments. is IS possible to discuss boundaries without having something thrown at me for speaking out of turn. it IS possible to spend hours on end sharing your favourite things with your favourite people, and not get called annoying for it. the world is an incredible place

as an Arkansan i break the law at least once a week

The spelling/pronunciation of the words "colonel", "corps", "Arkansas", "(British) lieutenant", "draught", "gauge", "ennui", and "pronunciation" (and anything else you can come up with in the tags)

Reading Narnia all the way through for the first time and i came across this line in Dawn Treader. I don’t understand it but I can’t stop thinking about it. I feel like crying for some reason.

the last two or three weeks alone could fill an entire verse of we didn’t start the fire

she’s a 10 but she took a quiz to see which of the 12 angry men she was and got juror #3

in my mind somewhere there is a version of myself dedicated to screaming “i don’t want an angry man in my house” 24 hours 7 days a week

I love ever after high, if you think about the implications of their universe for longer than three seconds it turns into psychological horror

I've been rewatching Phineas and Ferb (just found out that Disney uploaded a bunch of full season one episodes to YouTube) and one of my favourite parts is how, even though they have kids, Linda and Lawrence both lead full lives that don't depend on their children.

They have clubs and interests and skills that don't include their kids, they have a history before them and - most importantly - this history is SHOWN, and both of them seem to love their lives even if they aren't young.

I think a lot of people think that when you become a parent, you stop being yourself. They think that they have to give up all their hobbies and friends and everything for their children, but, while you do have to prioritize your children over yourself, you DON'T HAVE TO STOP BEING YOU. You're allowed to have hobbies, spend time with other people, build new skills, you're allowed to LIVE YOUR LIFE even with your kids. You are allowed to try things out, and make mistakes, and back track for a bit.

Obvs it's not a 1-1 to real life, which is much more messy and dangerous than the PnF universe, but I think the core message still stands.

EVEN AS A PARENT, YOU ARE STILL A PERSON

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More than being parents, I think this is a good way to portray adulthood in general. As you get older, or when you move out of the education system, a lot of things get harder - you're expected to fend for yourself (or depend on others less), it gets harder to make friends, and everything becomes more stressful. While I'm not dumb enough to think that most of us can have the life Linda and Lawrence have, seeing them lead full lives gives me some hope in that my life and my future can be as full of people, activity, and fun as theirs is.

i think i figured it out! it isn’t that i fall in love with people because of their beauty, it’s that because i have fallen in love with who they are, they appear infinitely more beautiful to me

i am not a fan of book banning for almost any reason (and even then it should be centered more around letting people use their discretion to say “um maybe kids shouldn’t be reading erotica” than “this topic is ugly and opens the door to too many questions so we just shouldn’t talk about it”) but so much of book banning revolves around this very idea, that if a book so much as mentions a difficult topic, we shouldn’t talk about it, rather than the way the topic itself is handled

"this work is problematic because of how it handles [subject]": reasonable premise for media criticism

"this work is problematic because it depicts [subject]": do not pass go do not collect $200 this is, as a general rule, a functionally reactionary and conservative argument

and what if I said richard was nick and henry was his gatsby

*puts hands on hollywood exec's shoulders, staring unblinking into their eyes* listen to me. you will never get people who hate musicals to like musicals by making your musical less of a musical. if you hide the fact that your film is a musical in the advertising, you're going to get a lot of low ratings from people who hate musicals and went into your movie not expecting a musical and got one anyway. people who hate musicals will hate them no matter how realistic and diegetic and lowkey you try to make it. they will hate musicals even if you completely excise anything complicated, over the top, silly, or even slightly challenging. they will hate musicals even if you cut half the songs. they will hate musicals even if you cast that a-lister who can't sing worth a damn. stop trying to market to people who hate musicals. they're a lost cause. your audience should be people who love musicals. this half-assed middle ground pisses off both camps. just embrace the fact that your movie is a musical. lean into it. don't try and trick musical haters into coming to your film when you could be marketing to the theater kids. better cringe than a coward.

never had so much drama on a single post

dog nicknames are always like “goodest boi” or “sweetie pie” or “lil floofy” but here is a list of things i call my fish on a regular basis:

- My Son

- old sport

- sport

- little guy

- sir

- child of divorce

“There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation”

— Kate Chopin, The Awakening

observing the way two people care for each other so deeply and know each other so well even after such a short time and hoping nothing ever comes in the way of that is such a bittersweet feeling

one of my best friends’ birthdays is coming up and we’re planning a party and her boyfriend—who is nervous about talking in most group chats—is flooding the chat with ideas that even i hadn’t considered. i have known her for around six years and he’s known her for less than six months and still i hope with all of my heart that they are happy together beyond any of this

i keep unsuccessfully attempting to explain to my mom and sister that Michael Crawford’s Phantom has a *tangy* voice, please tell me i’m not the only one who gets it

The frustration of falling in love with a live performance of a piece of music, and then finding that you can't recapture that magic again to share it with someone else... You look for a recording of the piece to share, but the tempo is wrong, it's either too fast or too slow, the particular artistic decisions made by the director are different (Wrong! Surely if they'd heard it the way you did, they'd know there's clearly no other way to perform it!), the flavor of the voices is altogether different, and the acoustics of the very room are changed... And you realize that your experience of that piece was all a strange and wonderful alchemy that cannot be repeated. What a tragic but somehow beautiful thing.

dog nicknames are always like “goodest boi” or “sweetie pie” or “lil floofy” but here is a list of things i call my fish on a regular basis:

- My Son

- old sport

- sport

- little guy

- sir

- child of divorce

EDIT: thanks for all the love on this, Holden died in February but every time i get notified for this it makes me happy to know how appreciated he is.

bro, you only lasted 7 months at the experimental transcendentalist utopian commune? rip to nathaniel hawthorne but i’m different