a singular heart and fatal dreams

i don't dress for men i dress for whoever finds my body rotting in the woods

im on tumblr bc im a romantic this energy doesnt exist on any other platform

A lot of posts on here about how Media For Adults is so terrible... are really telling on themselves that they’ve never actually attempted to consume any adult media, and are basing their entire concept of what Media For Adults is like on the opening lines of the Family Guy theme song.

“Adult TV shows are all about how you have to give in to hopelessness and cynicism” there have been 7000 shows that are just about groups of roommates having wacky adventures “adult TV shows are full of the problems we’re trying to escape from in real life” there’s like 30 Star Treks and nobody on a Star Trek has ever had a relatable problem

Watch kids’ cartoons if you want! I love cartoons! But don’t try and make it a moral high ground, don’t take this weird Ayn Rand stance that the reason you like it is that it’s objectively better. Like “Ducktales” because it’s fun and it has a great voice cast (same reasons I like “Archer”), and like She-Ra because it’s got good visuals and compelling characters (same reasons I liked “Orphan Black”) but this attitude that like “I’m looking for GOOD shows and you just can’t find those for adults!” just advertises that you haven’t tried, and “I’m looking for POSITIVITY and ESCAPISM and you just can’t find that for adults” tells me that you haven’t tried AND that you’re a little bit of a weenie

you can say the same about people who exclusively read YA and refuse to try branching out

girls after saying something smart: So yeah

we gotta downplay the smarts right after we whipped them out and its bc of Internalised Fear

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hi i would like to announce that i've been emotionally destroyed

literally why do i keep choosing books that will break my damn heart??

sometimes u read poetry fragments on here and it’s like oh that’s beautiful in a haunting way, how well written, how evocative, and then you click on the source and read the whole poem and sometimes the fragment embodies the essence of the poem but other times, reading the whole poem gives it a context that shifts your interpretation of it, makes the poem raw and energised and painful and so much more devastating, and you look back at the posted fragment and it’s like a warped shallow version all of a sudden, even if it’s wonderful in its own way, but there’s something there that feels almost vicious about how it’s been separated from its context, like it was viciously yanked out and left the poem missing a limb, left the real poem behind, and forced the fragment into something easy to digest, easy to relate to, something blandly palatable, some imposter because some poems are rooted in their context and to completely disrespect that, to remove the poet’s intention UGH

poems about war, poems about conflict, political poems, poems about race, religious poems, poems by non-white writers, poems by lgbtq writers, poems about ab*se and other dark issues... just some of the common victims

Sometimes reminiscing about pre-quarantine I feel like minor Russian royalty reminiscing about pre-communist revolution times. I’m like...ah yes I used to wear different beautiful outfits to work every day and shake the hands of many people without fear. I would simply leave my house and stroll into a bar for a last-minute cocktail with a friend. I would knock back oysters, sitting elbow-to-elbow with others at the counter. there were plays and concerts I never went to. The tzar invited us over often and had a GIANT chandelier