✰ fuck the g ride I want the machines that are making them ✰17
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born to infodump forced to constantly worry if the other person actually cares or if im making sense or if i said something wrong or if im embarrassing myself or if they want me to stop talking or
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ok not to turn everything into sex BUT i think in this case this lens works because
the thing is this shot reminded me of porn where the guy finishes on the girl’s chest/face. and as someone who loves talking about the parallels between sex and violence (the phrase petit mort meaning orgasm whole literally meaning the little death, the way movies will have people mistaking a woman’s screams and moans from being murdered for screams and moans of pleasure, the way violence against women in film and real life often have sexual motivations), i think this is a fair comparison.
and then you take into consideration the voyeurism of both porn and the plot we’re watching unfold each week. the lack of bodily autonomy going on.
so yeah.
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THIS IS SO FUCKING NICHE I LOVE IT
SAY IT AGAIN 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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I@M GOING FERAL AND RABID OVER THE BLUE VELVET SHIRT

you should ALWAYS look so butch and ugly that lesbians go out of their way to introduce themselves to u
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SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND SHE REALLY REMINDS ME OF MY AMAZING GF!
best shot i have seen so far of when they first take the stage and look so dazed….also the touching the mark on their face from the last show?? finally snapping out of it and into Performer Mode EXACTLY when the drums start?? hello
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average my chemical romance listening experience

[transfem version]
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I HAD THIS CD PLAYER AS A KID BUT I THOUGHT ID MADE IT UP OR SMTHN


Listening to bullets how god intended
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talking about the tour is so embarrassing because like. i wasn’t even there.
it’s like “oh my god, i can’t believe i saw a TPK song live (from my phone) and gerard and frank hugged on stage (i was watching on my phone) and mikey and ray seemed to have so much fun (from what i could see on my phone) and the energy was so amazing (i was alone in my room) and i couldn’t sleep because i was so excited (from looking at my phone)”
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"i just don't want you to have a hard life"
Date: 17th of July 2025 Mood: angry Song: i dont do drugs by preripped
the first time i got called a dyke i was 12. i knew why. all the effort i put in, sweeping back my hair into a hat, trapping myself in a cage of bandages and baggy shirts. everything crumbled like cards, down to the floor, weighing my body, flooding my boots. this isn't who i am. the shame suffocates, a thick fog of what ifs and disapproval. i pretend it doesn't hurt anymore, thick skin is great till you wanna treat someone with softness. you gotta push through. cus you're one of the good ones, no fuss, no sadness, one of the boys. you can hit back, as long as its not because you care.
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missin you
Date: 17th July 2025 Mood: Longing Song: Love in the time of socialism
seventeen feels so sweet maybe we really are meant to be. i love climbing and good food, sangria on a hot day and whitman on those clammy summer nights, but most of all i love you. all those ups and downs are nothing compared to our love. i'll wait for you no matter what and carry any of your burdens like a duty. god, if its so wrong why do i dream of him with such reverence? we shall become become one flesh, you shall not perish but have eternal life and you may call your anxieties on me. i know i hurt you but i only want the best, as surely it cant be a severe as the hurt you impose on yourself.
tener diecisiete es tan dulce quizá de verdad estamos hechos el uno para el otro. me flipa escalar y la buena comida, una sangría en un día de calor, y leer a whitman en esas noches pegajosas de verano, pero por encima de todo, te quiero a ti. todos esos altibajos no son nada comparados con lo nuestro. te esperaré pase lo que pase, y cargaré con cualquier peso tuyo como si fuera mío. dios, si está tan mal, ¿por qué lo sueño con tanta devoción? seremos una sola carne, no vas a perecer sino que tendrás vida eterna, y puedes volcar en mí todas tus angustias. Sé que te hice daño, pero solo quiero lo mejor para ti, no puede ser peor que el daño que tú mismo te haces.
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One day I woke up and everybody knew what a labubu was
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THIS IS SO FUCKING TUFF
maybe this time I’ll win
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