currently playing russian roulette as to which one of my uni subjects will finally be pulling the trigger and giving me a mental breakdown. game show host voice: now let's roll that dice

MCLUSSY

lando move your mclussy faster we need p1

ttpd has led me down a rabbit hole so deep I'm afraid I'm never going to surface again.

before everyone on twitter (x, eww) started saying that this song is about matty healy no this song is about matty healy I had never heard of the bloke. I was born in 2003, I barely had any conciousness when the whole 2014 tumblr Taylor swift saga happened okay. I've never seen a single picture of the 1975. they've never even popped up on my instagram feed before today. and now I come to find out that he might be the one that got away? that this guy has always been a part of the TS lore? That style might be written about him? The parallels between all you had to do was stay and robbers??

I think learning about Matty Healy has altered my brain chemistry.

(NOTE: I am still looking into the controversial things he has said and forming an opinion. As I've said I had never heard about the man before today nor any of the comments he has ever made. I'm not praising him nor am I demonizing him because do not know who he is. I've just gone down a reddit and tumblr rabbit hole of tatty/maylor conspiracy theories and feel like I've drunk too much cold brew)

THE PROPECHY IS DEVASTATING

the williams car yearns for the walls

At times I am simply seized by this feral and veracious need to read. It Is not a hand gently clasping my fingers and leading me off on adventures. No, it is a yearning that grasps me in its clutches and keeps me bound to these pages. It is not a whisper of "here, dear child, read a little. rest for now." It is a shout. It is a scream into the void, "I must read otherwise I will surely go mad."

My god my girlies

MY GIRLIES. I am still crying, I am still crying about this. Every day I cry about this.

You bitched so hard about being forced to read 1984 in school when it’s so problematic (tm)

Maybe you should have actually paid attention when you read it

Because all these AI fics

You are LITERALLY MAKING THE GARBAGE NOVELS FROM 1984 that are written by machines

You have literally recreated the worthless soulless machine-made books

Literally,

Literally. Every once in a while it hits me in a fresh wave of disbelief and anger. You have literally created the dystopian book from the dystopian story about why dystopia is bad, and you are passing it around like it’s this amazing thing. I’m crying, I’m crying.

Australia said: "you will have to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn, but don't worry I'll be serving breakfast, lunch and dinner."

One of my favourite bits of media history trivia is that back in the Elizabethan period, people used to publish unauthorised copies of plays by sending someone who was good with shorthand to discretely write down all of the play's dialogue while they watched it, then reconstructing the play by combining those notes with audience interviews to recover the stage directions; in some cases, these unauthorised copies are the only record of a given play that survives to the present day. It's one of my favourites for two reasons:

It demonstrates that piracy has always lay at the heart of media preservation; and

Imagine being the 1603 equivalent of the guy with the cell phone camera in the movie theatre, furtively scribbling down notes in a little book and hoping Shakespeare himself doesn't catch you.

desperately, ferally, with everything inside of me - searching for that same feeling I get from reading a fantasy book in moments of my everyday life.

love how all of this went down even before the season had a chance to properly start, we've had what? one surprise instagram-post livery reveal so far? but then comes lewis hamilton with a steel chair

At some point clothes became armour. Somewhere around the time I started going through puberty I started wearing oversized shirts, and stopped wearing shorts so that men didn't look at my body. My body, so frail and going through so many changes did not feel like it belonged to me when men gazed upon it, so hungrily. As if my body, barely past the age of 10, was a feast for their eyes. As if my hands, that still played with dolls, were invented to touch them.

I stopped wearing frilly dresses and told my mom it was because they were "too impractical," but in reality I just felt too vulnerable in them. I hid my love of pink and wore dark colours because pink felt sweet and innocent and I didn't want to be a target. My body, so fragile, so vulnerable, so disgusting to me seemed to be the ultimate challenge for men. I wanted to scream at the men who looked at me. Wanted to tell them how horrible they are - that I was just a child, but was too afraid. Now I sing along to would've could've should've in my car and scream the words "give me back my girlhood it was mine first."

Found this review on Steam for the F12023 game and I felt like tumblr needed to see it

So turns out…..you guys are not gonna believe this…….but it turns out. Reading real books. Is good for you actually.

when paris paloma said “all day every day therapist mother maid, nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant, 24/7 baby machine so he can live out his pickett fence dreams, it’s not an act of love if you make her, you make me do TOO MUCH LABOUR” it awoke a primal feminine rage in me

i am not only my trauma, i am also the books i like and the movies i watch. the way i sing along to taylor swift in the shower. the way i laugh. the characters i sympathise with. i contain multitudes and cannot be simplified into "the girl this happened to."

i don’t want to be defined by the darkest moments in my life, perceived as a product of those moments. yes, they shaped me, but they were not all that shaped me. i want to be known for who i am, not what happened to me.

shoutout to slow growers, late bloomers, people whose plans got derailed by circumstances beyond their control or their own choices, people who never had a plan to begin with, people who have had to start over when theyre too old to feel like theyre supposed to be where they are, people who cant pretend theyre built for the environment theyre in, and everyone who's not living the life they thought they would. im proud of you for making it this far and i hope you keep going until youre happy ♡