I love you albums. I love you songs connected by similar themes. I love you listening to songs in a specific order picked by the artist. I love you reoccurring motifs throughout the same album. I love you album covers. I love you albums with extended editions. I love you songs that reference each other.
level 1 fantasy author: what if you could fuck your clone lol?
miyazaki and grrm: your clone ceases to be an exact copy of you a second after it enters existence. the subjective nature of consciousness means that a different experience of reality is created. a unique history inevitably results in a different person with their own memory and desires. you and your clone would immediately be separated by the vast, lonely distances of individual consciousness. and even if you were to merge again, you would not find the comfort of yourself but the horror of being known by another. holding your hammer before the ring of life, the same strike would express contradictory yearnings for rebirth and stagnation
also miyazaki and grrm: just to be clear, in this scenario you're still fucking your clone, you're both getting divorces to do it, you're making clone babies, you're making your clone bark like a dog,
God fucking damnit I misread sith Obi-wan as siren Obi-wan ONCE and now I have THOUGHTS about small town siren Obi-wan disguising himself as an eccentric music tutor/boardwalk busker to explore the ~human world~
a fun fact about me is that in the 6 years ive had this account i have never once cleared my likes and i have just finally crossed the threshold at which tumblr's like counter breaks and loops back around to single digits. after 6 literal years of liking posts every single day. anything is possible
putting croatia and switzerland playing after each other was hilarious like “mama i’m going to waaaaaaaaar” then right after ”i dont wanna go to war” was deadass like germany “i dont feel hate” followed by finland “put your middle fingers up” levels of iconic.... i ❤️ cinematic parallels
and you may say to yourself: "my god! what have i done?"
and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful wife!"
and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful house!"
and you may ask yourself: "well, how did i get here?"
time isn't holding up, time isn't after us, time is a pony ride!
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