Yiyi Saying Things - Tumblr Posts
reading the script of r&g are dead and i laughed way too hard at rosencrantz watching the sunrise and the stage directions going "behind him is a gay sight!" and it's hamlet reclining under an umbrella just chilling
when you bang your phone against your head repeatedly it makes a perfect b flat sound
what with twitter and reddit refugees migrating over to tumblr i'm starting to think this is the social media site apocalypse and tumblr will be the last one standing
i've had one specific pride month art planned out for the past... like. three years. i know the composition. i know the characters. i know the expressions, the poses, the tiny details. and of course, it's june 30th again, and i have yet to actually create it. gotta love my planning skill
y'all ever vividly remember a section in a script because you remember someone posting about it but you find absolutely nothing along the lines of it in the source text??? so either i'm starting to lose it or someone's full of shit
what the fuck was elon musk thinking. like. genuine question. "oh the x represents the imperfections in all of us that make us unique!!1!1!!" i'd expect to see this in a motivational speech written by a bored and tired teenager, not from a full-grown man. yeah sure, mr musk, and it's a simple coincidence you have another company branded around x. sure. thanks for removing one of the most recognisable cultural symbols of our generation, by the way. his head is so far up his ass that maybe he'll be able to see his common decency
i just listed the author of huckleberry finn as tom sawyer it's time to delete myself from existence
taming of the shrew is one of the only shakespeare plays that makes me genuinely upset
the way this description is carried out makes me cackle so much
winter is the depression season and summer is the anxiety season. i think this makes sense
i want to see a midsummer production where puck has a glittery skipping rope for like. no reason
i think i should spend less time talking about how i'm doomed and more time undooming myself
there's a kind of uneasy feeling that comes with knowing on my own fits perfectly with all that's known's lyrics and vice versa
thinking about growing up next to a murderer. thinking back on sunday family outings and thursday game nights and how they slowly became less and less frequent over the years. thinking back on how you were always trailing behind him, trying to impress him and prove your worth. thinking about years and years of trust, of hero worship, of foolishness. thinking about how some things as mundane as strawberries have been ruined for you forever because of a few summers spent in germany picking fruit to eat straight off the stem. thinking about working up the nerve to visit prison for months and months, and when you finally do, you are informed your visit has been rejected. thinking about how people don't just become murderers overnight. thinking about reconciling the kind older brother you knew who had debating club on wednesdays and helped you with your essays and whose favourite drink was pink lemonade with the stranger staring back at you from the newspaper headlines. thinking about clearing out your apartment, so cluttered and yet still so empty, spraying solution everywhere to catch any last dregs of poison, finding none, and for some sick, twisted reason, feeling disappointed about it. thinking about how he didn't care enough to even try to kill you.
thinking about whether he ever even cared at all.