executive dysfunction is literally like. ive had a random dollar on my floor for two weeks and i dont know when ill fit it in my schedule to pick it up. people dont realize this
love is stored in the fictional couple i’ve gotten overly invested in
from Tiny Beautiful Things, adapted for the stage by Nia Vardalos.
taylor swift being person of the year? she has one of the biggest platforms in the world has said nothing about the genocide happening and continues to stay silent on it. we’re seeing journalists and photographers risk their lives to show us what’s taking place in gaza but sure! give it to the pop star
yup!
how do i get someone to fall in love w me
when was the last time you did anything good for yourself
prompt: knowing you need to change something major in your life, yearning for that change. But you cannot. Not yet, at least.
IF I COULD BE A DIFFERENT PERSON, I PROMISE YOU, I WOULD
@ineloquentcreature / bleachers / anne carson / gabrielle calvocoressi / alejandra pizarnik / euphoria (2019-) / bright lights (2016) / betsy dadd / susan sontag
the irreversible damage tiktok has done to news reporting, acting, choreographies, comedy, music and society as a whole
love & isolation are so strange because in solitude, u create all these perfect scenarios for your imaginary darling—you would cut them fruit & dance in the kitchen & always kiss them twice in case the first one doesn't take properly—but as soon as you're given the chance, you fumble. it's so mortifying, having not practiced but taken so much time to plan it out, & you finally get your shot & you can hardly hold their hand or meet their eyes. you want love so badly & you've been deprived of others for so long, your actual capability is distorted. you wince at their touch or can only leave them small gifts when you're out of the room. the intensity increases, the thought that you don't deserve softness heightens. it's a terrible cycle: wanting & wanting & letting that want turn to a festering that ruins it before you can reel yourself back
one thing i do miss about childhood is waking up early on my own before anyone else is awake, not feeling tired because wtf is chronic fatigue, and just minding my business like watching cartoons or doodling all morning. not like i can’t do those things now but the idleness of childhood is a special thing.
the fact that 2016 was 5 years ago and 2022 is just 4 months away is making my eye twitch…. need a support group for people who can’t process the linear progression of time
EL MISMO AMOR, LA MISMA LLUVIA Same Love, Same Rain — 1999, dir. Juan José Campanella
but if i don’t hyperfixate i’ll get depressed and die
*runs out of hyperfixations* oh god oh fuck *lies in bed feeling empty and useless for 48 hours*
*desperately digs through old hyperfixations* there must be SOMETHING
*frantically picks up random new things and shakes them* awww c'mon, TRIGGER THE HAPPY CHEMICALS *shake shake shake*
the graveyard book, neil gaiman / fuck it i love you, lana del rey / bojack horseman / the bell jar, sylvia plath / why be happy when you could be normal? jeanette winterson
after i die i’ll probably still complain