the universe is fuckin with me

venat loved us like we love the lv 1 nothing

One thing I love about songs in different languages is that you have to do language research to understand them fully. A great example when it comes to this is Katarsis "Tavo akys", because if you just translate the song it loses a lot of the meaning and can be made into a simple love song. This happens because Lithuanian language has several abstractsizism (not a real word, but best describes it), sentence/word rules and so on which create a different meaning in the original language

God fucking bless the juries thank god it's a jury winner

We stole Finland's Eurovision win last year, we're repaying this year.

i was seeing all these little blue flowers everywhere and kept thinking "dang what are these bitches, i can't remember..." well guess what. they were fuckin forget-me-nots. can't believe i failed step fucking 1, the hot girls on iNaturalist are going to laugh at me and i'm gonna flunk out of hobby botany school.

ID: same image with the text "I forgor." End ID

go my depressed eastern europeans go

more modern theater should have parabases. just a scene in the middle of the play where the lighting shifts and one of the actors turns directly toward the audience to give you some snide commentary and insults from the playwright.

A play where every character gets a moment to narrate their own internal thoughts, but one of the other characters is a psychic that reads minds, and while all the other characters freeze in place in the dark while the one in the spotlight starta talking, one of them is moving and obviously frantically taking notes.

the climax: all lights cut off at once except spotlights to all of the other characters, who are narrating their thoughts rapidfire. the tension is already high and now the psychic is losing their mind and control of their power

the rubber duck

“when i say it out loud i realize where the stupid was”

i love you visible brushstrokes. i love you glue warped scrapbook pages. i love you awkward poems. i love you junk journal with faded receipts. i love you poorly composed journal layout. I love you unintentionally blurry photographs. i love you asymmetrical beading. i love you curling freeform crochet. i love you fingerprints on pottery. i love you reused materials. i love you improvised instruments. i love you mistakes. i love you bravery to make it anyway. i love you creativity that hasn't been wiped clean of every drop of humanity and sanitized and commodified.