it's fucking funny

boy it's me the textiles speaking to you inside your head. you need the yarn. you need thread. your soul hungers to participate in the act of creation. you must feed it. you must buy so many beads.

filmmakers and audiences and critics alike all need to start suspending their disbelief again

‘this doesn’t make sense’ so?????

my favorite lyric of radioactive is “this is in the apocalypse” like thank you mr dragons for clarifying the setting so clearly i was getting confused i really appreciate it

“i used to live there” is such a sad phrase. seeing places u used to live in is an odd thing. It’s like ‘i know where the best hiding place is in there. my bedroom was the one directly to the left as you walk in. i took my first steps on that flooring. i used to play in that yard with my grandma. she died two years ago. that was the only place i ever knew. those walls contain all of my childhood memories. i can no longer go there, but i know every corner like the back of my hand.’

[Image Description: A stick figure lying in bed at 2:39am. They look exhausted, but their eyes are open as they think, “what if I don’t become anything.” The next images are the stick figure thinking, “then i will only ever have been myself”… “i can live with that”, they think, as they smile and close their eyes. End ID]

the "you aren't friends" really sells it.

an intense hatred of capitalism vs an intense love of trinkets

caught you containing multitudes bro lmao i love every glittering facet