me and the girls on april 19th

From Two poems by Mahmoud Darwish

"my darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul"

— Atticus

the five homoerotic love languages:

- intimate stabbing

- outright obsession

- confused pining

- "no one knows me like you do"

- lifelong promises that always sound suspiciously like wedding vows

Gay people will be like “this is my comfort show!” And then show you the most emotionally devastating, stress-inducing, tragic piece of media you have ever witnessed

Dead Poets Society

-1989

This movie changed my live <3

“your werewolf gets scared” yeah and the sky is blue? what about it

congrats Tumblr kween

2000 posts!

I'm a gamer youtubers girlfriend now

"I just thought, 'I really want to go and lounge around on some sofas and do absolutely nothing and drop some funny lines.'" ROSAMUND PIKE on playing ELSPETH CATTON in SALTBURN (2023)

This letterboxd review of Saltburn is sending me 😭

Also. All these bitches on tiktok who hyped it up to be the most shocking film ever seen are weak as fuck. Getting naked in the pouring rain and fucking the fresh grave of your deceased best friend/homoerotic idol is the tumblr girl's bread and butter

Thinking so much about these two shots. About the look and feel of the Saltburn with Felix inside of it vs the Saltburn that exists after he's been dead in the ground for nearly two decades.

Felix, no matter where he is, always fills the frame. Telescope, curtains open, volumes of books, everything clean in eggshell white and bleached by the sun. And there's Felix with messy hair, barefeet, shirt see through straight to the skin. The way his fingers just barely grace the spines of books on the shelves. The way his clothing has to be enormous to drape so perfectly over his body. Carefree, tussled, fully lived in and warm. Felix as a child looking out of that window. Felix as a child staring into his final moments a million times without ever realizing it because this isn't a world where anything so dark could possibly happen to him. Felix, laughing and running from his sister and cousin here a million years ago. Felix, idly imagining himself as a man in this room when the house belongs to him - a boy's idea of a man who no one will ever get to meet.

A lifetime later Oliver sits here. The room now dark and cavernous. Empty, with only one chair that isn't draped in white bc there is now only one person who is ever present here. Oliver alone and surrounded by ghostly furniture swallowed in gauze in a futile attempt to preserve it while it wastes away from disuse. The light streaming in from the sheer curtains doesn't quite reach the room, only further serving the bleakness that has seemingly swallowed everything. Dingy browns, yellowed flooring housing empty shelves. Oliver is rotting away in this house. The house is rotting away with Oliver. Oliver is rotting away with Felix in a box under layers of earth a million different times. Oliver wants to crumble with Saltburn - to hold centuries of human history in his hands just so he can watch it all slip through his fingers the same way Felix did. So he can be a part of the end of something ancient and precious bc the last thing he ever got to do with Felix was end him. This home was Felix's birthright and Oliver is turning it into dust so he can roll in it and die looking as filthy as he feels inside. Oliver is not okay AND NEITHER AM I LOL

SALTBURN (dir. Emerald Fennell, 2023)

you have antidepressants. i have a silly little obsessive stalker homoerotic codependent slutty film called saltburn. we are not the same.

sometimes u just have to make ur guys kiss