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8 rano już ktoś się zrzygal w klasie dzień jak codzień
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why am i literally him because i have the privilege of looking like the straightest girl ever created but i actually never be in a relationship w anyone as i am so scared i’m going to drown myslef first than do something about it
emememe bełkot ale mam takom kurwice od wczorja kiedy moja matka pow obcemu chłopowo że kiedyś znormalnieje i będę mieć dzieci ok . whatever the fuck that means
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laska z mojej klasy dostała czarne lambo na dzień dziecka a mn stary opluł wczorja takie buty
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One of the greatest and most profound tragedies of Yellowjackets has and always will be Nat’s inability to free herself from the prison of that plane. She’s the one constantly returning to it, a sarcophagus holding the ghosts of her old world. She finds herself there in her nightmares, and in her final moments she recognizes that this plane has held her soul captive for 25 years. No matter what happened before the wilderness, within the wilderness, and after the wilderness- her essence was tethered to that sarcophagus where she so devotedly laid her friends to rest. It’s where she returns in her death, mocked by a ghost of her former self that she never left. And when she lays Ben to rest there, she feels the ghosts of this place pulling at her, taunting her. She rejects it, threatens it by claiming it can’t keep her there. But in the end, it’s not true. In the end, Natalie never was able to free herself from that place and everything that came with it. In the end she was fractured between two worlds and unable to make the peace between. So in the end, she returns to the souls she laid to rest there.
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the greatest unrequited love of yellowjackets is not jackieshauna but actually other tai and van. other tai would do anything for van, but van will always be disgusted and frightened of her. will always prefer tai, even when tai abandoned her for 25 years, even though it was other tai who asked for van, who was still thinking of her, all those years later
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Adult Van is annoyed by her younger self, doesn't want to engage with her because that's the version of herself she's buried. Teen Van did A Lot of Bad Shit to Survive and Adult Van wants nothing to do with that anymore, thank you.
But Teen Van is enamored with Adult Van. That's her. In the future. That's Van back in civilization, who survived all the horrors and got to be weird and gay. Got to watch The Goonies 100 more times.
For Adult Van, Teen Van is an awful reminder.
For Teen Van, Adult Van is hope.
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natalie's funeral makes me want to chew glass. her eulogy barely being a minute long. her mother only remembering her as a small child, not as the teenager she was or the woman she became. her mother's only positive memory of her being a night on the swings when she was little. the memory conveying not the joy the two once managed to share together, or how simple things used to be, but about how much nat took, how demanding she was. shaming her, criticizing her, even in death. how no one, not even van, the storyteller---who made a face at how abrupt nat's eulogy was---stood up to share something nice about her after her mom left the stand. how the two yellowjackets closest to her before she died didn't make it to the reception---misty, because it would solidify the fact that nat was "really gone"*; lottie, because she was locked away. how the later toast in her supposed honor was quickly mutated into a toast centering shauna and tai's guilt and self-pity. how nat was used and discarded again, her role as leader and guide twisted into something impersonal and consumable. how everyone (except misty!) denies responsibility for her death. how nat's story was warped into a cautionary tale, rather than remembered as the tragedy it is. how she is now permanently confined to the role of provider and caretaker. she might not be physically consumed as jackie was, but she is similarly denied her personhood, valued only by what her death can provide, and crowned as a martyr for a sacrifice she never even made
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something something wanting someone to like you back so bad that you try to force yourself into the shape of a person your crush has a crush on

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