#I am dead.
like. mayhaps this is pathetic to admit BUT i just want to coexist with someone so badly will someone please come over and read and watch youtube videos and cook dinner with me.
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pewtrjhg08ijt4b3erwpujtihb omg ROXY!!!!!!!!!
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When your an ex Muslim living in a Muslim country:
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CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN CYAN
Are you dead yet?
Yes.
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LITTLE LADY.
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Also this is soooo he just he is so
https://twitter.com/garfieldsgifs/status/1525098540174671872?s=21&t=z-50bNzwoyO7ilok0zDIwQ
https://twitter.com/garfieldsgifs/status/1525106085094273024?s=21&t=z-50bNzwoyO7ilok0zDIwQ
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TEH AHNDNSJS THE HAND THE HAND I AM LITERALLY DECEASED GONE, DEAD, PASSED AWAY
IAMWHATSJ> NONNIE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO ME RN LIEK ICANT
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on identity, healing the inner child, fursonas, and cringe culture
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does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.
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as both a good omens and red dead enthusiast i feel robbed
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WARLOCK TEACHER?!?!?!!
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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
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buffy summers is the ultimate "she should have been at the club". because she was at the club. often. and yet,
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sandra lynn’s dating history now includes:
the most red-flag, gaslighting, married guy who became a world renowned insidious televangelist and ruined her perception of love and self-worth
the saddest, wettest, cardboard-box-living, yogurt covered man with an ancient hereditary curse of bad luck
the arch devil of gluttony and living embodiment of insatiable desire and hunger
a former drug addict, high school student councillor, werewolf, who’s probably the most mentally healthy person to ever exist
sexy pirate
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I'm trying to send you a post but clicking on the share button just vanishes it off the dashboard into the aether so I'm just going to paste the text into an ask instead anyway
sore throats might be the stupidest response to illness i've ever experienced. oh you want to eat? drink?? breathe air??? TEN THOUSAND KNIVES ATTACK
Thanks for plagiarising a post just for me :]
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
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