just music drifting through the air

when marilyn monroe said “i’ve never fooled anyone. i’ve let people fool themselves. they didn’t bother to find out who and what i was. instead they would invent a character for me. i wouldn’t argue with them. they were obviously loving somebody i wasn’t.”

Even better, the comments to this Twitter post were an absolute FIRESTORM of mostly dudes explaining to her that dials can’t only have 2 positions (not true) and that it wasn’t a very good piece (not true) that she was being disrespectful to her teacher (don’t care) and that it was a sign of her stupidity/rabid feminism/intellectual laziness/misandry/etc. that she couldn’t see any “middle ground.” It became, in its way, a performance piece. I was absolutely mesmerised, even as I wished I could cock-punch people through the internet.

“Dials have more than one settimg” is the most hilarious response to this piece, because the implication of that statement is “just be a scootch more implicit in your own dehumanization. Not ALL the way. But like… a little more.”

like the epitome of the gay experience is to have so much pent up pining and longing that just holding hands will make u bust a nut but try and explain that to the straights

I have this crush on my classmate, and like, she smiled at me real big the other day, and I forgot how to speak

Hi hello, do you guys also have that “after a Ghibli movie” state where you do something mundane like folding fresh laundry or making a braid or cutting bread and it’s suddenly the most peaceful, beautiful activity ever and you can hear the distant music playing and the wind from the ocean is suddenly blowing through your open windows? Or is it just me??