Still procrastinating making a title

I particularly appreciate the flamenco flamingo.

you have to unmute this please!

Okay so in case y'all don’t know, this is from Pose. A series about the black trans community and ball culture in new York during the 80’s. Its got vogueing, lgbt+ culture, history, drama, romance, comedy, tragedy. Its wonderful and historically accurate and all the trans people are played by real trans actors.

This woman deadass committed a murder in the middle of a restaurant

that was fucking art

the poetic cinema in the movie Holes when it shows Kate Barlow in the schoolhouse and drops of water are falling on the book she’s reading and you think the roof is leaking again even though Sam fixed it but then it shows that it’s actually because she’s crying and then Sam walks in and looks at her tear stained face with the softest expression and says, “i can fix that.”

The subplot of Holes was hands down the greatest love story of our generation

Had me shook as a kid

UNMUTE THIS IM BEGGING YOU

I want to be like her so badly

shit

The US is the perfect breeding ground for a pandemic because americans can’t afford to go the doctor and can’t afford to miss work.

imagine hearing “hall of the mountian king” for the first time in 1875. the sheer chaos imagine being some norwegian aristocrat and sitting down for a nice day at the symphony and getting your entire wig and life snatched right before your very eyes

like the arc of “hot knife” - fiona apple is first that the love between you and your partner is so strong everything they do makes you melt, and then realizing it’s not because of their intensity, it’s because of yours. you love them so much, everything they do seems magnified and manic. it seems like your feelings are too big for you. every hot knife is also a pat of butter, and every pat of butter is concealing that they’re a hot knife. it’s about experiencing the same overwhelming surges of love and expressing them differently

absolute highlight of the song: “and you can, and you can, and you can relax around me” sung in this strained, manic, breathy, failed-casual tone as she tries to communicate “i want to be with you all the time, i want to see you in every context, i trust you completely and want to show you every side of myself and i want you to trust me in the same way, i want to see you and know you” without sounding batshit. that’s a pat of butter idea, magnified. she’s thinking, “i’m too much. i’m feeling too much, and i’m going to melt the butter. is that ok? i liked it when i was butter and you were a hot knife, but is it okay that i’m the hot knife now?”