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learning to drive in your 40s will have you typing shit in search bars like “which saint pray for turning left”

America doesn't have a lot of things going for it but I can at least have the consolation prize of being able to say JK Rowling is a horrid cunt who is actively detrimental to human rights worldwide and is too full of herself and myopic to give a shit about anything other than her ego and she can fuck herself up the ass and around the corner and go straight to dogshit Hell and the stupid fucking bitch can't do a single thing about it.

"we cut the nobody scene from the odyssey" "we cut the religious trauma and parental abuse from carrie" i'm starting to think that studios barely funding original films is starting to have an effect where directors make up a story and then slap an IP on it in order to sell. or maybe some bitches just can't read anymore idk it's one or the other

happy if you have scholarly inclinations there is usually something wrong with your sexuality july

A sad and deeply fond farewell to Bonnie Tyler (1951–2026). May somersaulting ninja schoolboys sing you to your rest.

I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."

RIP jason mendoza you would've loved 67

“Don’t eat at Taco Bell they stopped serving raw lettuce” now wait a moment shouldn’t you not eat at the places that DIDNT stop serving lettuce

My Odysseus. #myodysseus

The term “situationship” is KILLING romance!

Why take something beautiful and fascinating like an undefined impractical romance and describe it with some vape-esque word like situationship. A spiritually heterosexual word. You’re supposed to write genre defining poetry about this kind of madness, and yet “situationship” is the term we’re choosing to use these days. OKAY.

Your body loves carbs and carbs love you, they will make you into good soft shapes 💕

it's very handy that the abbreviation for miss fisher's murder mysteries is "mfmm" because that is also the sound i make when i look at phryne fisher

mfmm is also the position that Phryne once found herself in with three delightful Italian gentlemen who, she found out later, were much celebrated acrobatic circus performers caught up in an elaborate scheme involving a diamond heist

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