Latest Posts by irlchangeling - Page 2
it’s the fuckass mini game that gets me, i’ve only ever caught 2 (two!!) fish… it truly is a horrid system
how the FUCK do you fish in stardew valley.
FLAPPER FANNY SAYS, by Anericn cartoonist, Ethel Hays (1892-1989).
it's my 8 year anniversary on tumblr (which is insane)💗
tired of wanting and waiting and willing things to happen. i need this anxious feeling in my chest to subside.
she’s so beautiful
gabi for ap
I wish I could eat dirt the way you do. Clamp it between my wisdom teeth, spit out the worms and turn the mulch into stone and gem and something. I wish I could make
Lorde’s post on Instagram
(ph. Lauren Tepfer)
"I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. "
- Franz Kafka
this is me :)
From Elodie Hollant's chapbook, My Dad Used To Eat Hummingbird Hearts, available from Bottlecap Press!
I have been writing/thinking a lot about headaches recently.
My head hurts almost every day, and it’s been this way for around six years.
I don’t know why my head always hurts, but I’ve gotten used to it, so it doesn’t bother me as much as it seems.
Also, enjoy a pinhole image I made that I like to call Slain, featuring my skeleton friend, Cosmo.
summertime
I read Samuel Beckett’s play Waiting for Godot in my modernist drama class. I had read it once before, in my freshman year writer’s studio. The play didn’t make much sense to me at the time, it was just two guys dicking around, killing time to wait for someone who never arrives. It was weird, a little experimental, but not profound. Not to 18-year-old me, anyway.
It was assigned to me again, by a professor who studied the play for three years before teaching it. This time, I took my time to read it. Partially because I’m now 21 and less of a punk, and also because I figured it must somehow be important to read if I’ve encountered it twice.
Despite my reading it again, it still didn’t mean much. It was tedious, nothing happened. Vladimir and Estragon spend two acts waiting for Godot, who never arrives. He always sends his messenger to tell the pair he’ll see them the next day. The next day is like the previous. It’s hellish in a way, like purgatory.
It’s like summertime.
I realized this after spending 3 hours listening to my professor pound the point into my brain. Beckett’s point was that life is just one big cosmic joke, a “universally shared predicament of meaningless action” (pulled verbatim from my notes). Time will pass regardless of what we do, so we need to give our lives meaning ourselves. Which is obvious, now that I think about it.
But school has let out for the summer, and I’m bored. Time passes slowly, and I have too much of it on my hands. Staying busy is my meaning as a student.
What will it be when I graduate?
Is my future meaning to write things that no one will read?
Who knows?
some snippets from my notes + images i’ve collected and don’t remember where from
I can’t get enough of Jonathan’s complete turnarounds when writing
“I am sure I am going to die here…. Oh! my coach!:)”
“It is a grim and horrific adventure I have embarked upon, surely this is not normal for men such as myself. By the way! I’m a real lawyer now! yayyyy:D”
parents are so crazy because they can say the most fucked up shit to you when your brain is forming and it sets the tone for your whole adult mind set and then they forget about it the next day
Naming the female razor brand Venus is so personally offensive to me....you think Venus the goddess of love and sex and beauty was shaving her PUSSY? Go kill yourself
2023
1. COMMIT TO THE BIT
2. PARTAKE IN THE DIVINE ACT OF CREATION
3. LET THE SOFT ANIMAL THAT IS YOUR BODY LOVE WHAT IT LOVES
full of hate and malice...you know how it is with me...
do my dark circles and deteriorating health make me look hot
Mr Gaiman,
What do you think about flawed people creating beautiful art? And especially when after you have enjoyed the art, if you later realised that people were hurt along the way…
thanks!
I think every piece of beautiful art in history has been created by flawed people. I don't think there's any other kind of people.
If you enjoyed and appreciated a piece of art, if it helped and changed you, then you don't have to give that up because the people who made it were flawed.
i want to be a vampire so bad. it would open up a whole new world of procrastination. puts off finishing a novel for 100 years. i don’t do the dishes for 20. oh wait i don’t have dishes because i suck blood. another fucking win
sleeping is not enough i need to die
sorry mom, i got a small unpopular blog to run