ITS TIME

need a yellowjackets friends sitcom au where they all live in the same apartment building on my desk by noon get to work

being mutuals isn’t enough we need to eat breakfast in the garden together

so far one theme of the 30s for me has been realizing that literally every human being on earth who appears completely cool and collected and together with it at first glance has some threshold past which enough known information about them will shatter that mystique completely. i don't even say this negatively or pessimistically it's just been helpful to keep in mind that we're all like that.

"that’s not actually Crown’s boyfriend, Nona, it’s her sister, but I don’t think anyone could blame you for getting confused" is a wild line and it's describes their whole t h i n g with terrifying accuracy but the best part is how everything becomes even worse after

you may have noticed that my blog is disorganized and thematically incoherent and my tag game is weaker by the day. this is commentary on the chaos of modern existence

‘how would other people describe you’ why would i know this

These are the most fuckable bookshelves I’ve ever seen

Maybe because Gideon is so desperate for a mother figure she projects onto the only woman over thirty who is actually nice to her. Meanwhile harrow tragically and horrifyingly very much had a mother already.

Literacy is how i went from being a homeless trailer trash to a successful software dev in a nice city

i think maybe everyone needs to get way more normal about irish art & media and irish people creating or even just existing in art/media cause i don't know how much longer i can see "hozier is a bog dwelling elven fae king and i don't listen to his political lyrics because i can't understand his mysterious forest king accent teehee" before i snap indefinitely. your fetishistic approach to irish art while simultaneously devaluing its messages and themes because you'd rather see it as your romanticised ideal of our culture is BORING. it happened to the banshees of inisherin on the "mental illness site" and maybe if they'd had southern england accents you'd have taken it seriously. it happened to DERRY GIRLS. derry girls. a show explicitly about irish catholicism, the troubles, life in derry in the 90s and female solidarity and you people dressed it up as some twee little mockery of itself. talk and talk about how strange the writing of finnegan's wake is and don't think critically about why james joyce, an irish man in 1939, would write a book in a confusing, dense style, with made up words with strange spellings. could this possibly be a commentary on the way the irish language has become jumbled and obscure? how it's become almost foreign to us? how for a long time it was an oral language and that didn't always translate to paper well? our art is "irish art" but simultaneously not allowed to be important art. it has to exist in that niche to marvel at but not take seriously. irish dance, trad music, celtic knots, claddagh rings, our poetry and literature and murals and paintings and our culture packed away into a neat stereotype. i see it and it irritates me endlessly.

please do not look up to me. I am 1 inch tall. I'm down here. if you look up you won't see me

I REALLY LIKE THIS ART THIS IS SO CUTE I'M BEING HELD UP