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moving blogs!!

hi,,,, i think most of you know this by now, but yesterday mr t*mblr himself randomly terminated this blog for no reason. it was super random and after emailing support i figured it probably wouldnt be given back to me..... i was apparently wrong? they didnt email me but suddenly this blog is back up.

anyways, now i have two blogs but i think im going to be permanently moving into @tellmewhytheyswoon

if you still wanna see my posts, follow me there! i’ll be posting the same things but just on a new blog! it’ll be a nice fresh start :). 

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Henry David Thoreau, Walden // Sharon Olds, Satan Says // Titanic // Dead Poets Society // Angela Carter, The Lady of the House of Love // Madame de Staël, Corinne // Sappho, translated by Anne Carson

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people who know random things are so platonically attractive to me like yes let me be your best friend tell me about the history of liquid soap

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Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga Voronin)

[Text ID: “I know that I am a very boring and unpleasant man, drowned in literature…But I love you.”]

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Actual Deleted Scene from Dead Poets Society (1989)

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hard pill to swallow: the idea that your ‘soulmate’ or ‘the one’ will know exactly how to make you happy without you ever having to communicate is fake. the fantasy that you will have all your needs met in a relationship without ever having to be vulnerable is fundamentally not true. sometimes you have to express your needs and desires, you have to ask for things, you have to communicate how you want to be loved, it’s uncomfortable and clumsy but relationships are about learning to love each other not being a mind reader

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i just saw this guy drink coffee thru his mask like thru the cloth. it left a splotch right in the middle. i dont even know anymore

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I hate texting. Come live with me.

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uh i know i just kinda popped up out of nowhere so for people within the dps community here

hi! my name is han/jo (either or, i’m trying out a new name and this is a test run), i’m 20, im a poet and an english major and i use they/he pronouns! i’ve been into dps since i was 15ish and have on and off been active in the fanbase (i was more active on twitter but iykyk). uhhhh i am currently writing a fic and i’ve written (shorter) ones in the past, link in my description! i am not the most savvy with tumblr lol so apologies if my posts look like shit. 

uhhhh yeah that’s about it? my dms are always open and i am literally always down to talk about dps so don’t be a stranger!!! 

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dps boys as music they would each listen to

neil: really likes the mountain goats, especially “this year” because it’s about escaping an abusive home. when he’s running lines sometimes he’ll put on herbie hancock in the background, and he listens to “alone and i” the most. todd buys him the vinyl for his birthday. he has a soft spot for musical theatre. he wishes he could sing, if he could hold even a bit of a tune he’d be in musicals but he really, really can’t. after his first paid acting gig, he buys a guitar at a pawn shop because he’s always wanted to learn how to play. 

todd: he won’t stop listening to elliott smith and sufjan stevens. his favorite song is “the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us!” and he listens to it loudly through headphones, so often that neil knows all of the words when todd finally works up the nerve to show it to him. his guilty pleasure band is wham! and during a holiday party he gets too drunk and sings last christmas with charlie for karaoke. 

charlie: loves riot grrrl and queercore. will not shut up about x-ray spex and bikini kill. has a soft spot for any girl indie singer, specifically mitski. his favorite pop artist is rina sawayama. he’s seen lady gaga live three times and dragged knox with him. when he’s sad he only listens to phoebe bridgers, and loudly sings every single song in the shower so everyone will know he’s in a mood. 

knox: oh god. it’s a weird mix of artists like her’s, mac demarco, diners, rex orange county and really silly stuff like yung gravy and tiny meat gang. he has a travis scott phase and is insufferable about it. neil is really annoyed because he inexplicably has a great voice, which he uses to his advantage by serenading every single person he’s ever flirted with. 

steven: indie king. he finds all of the music before it’s cool. he has a soft spot for oldies and will defend the beatles, so don’t go there. he likes bands you’ve never heard of like cheekface and pinc louds, but he’s not a dick about it. him and gerard take all of the poets to their first concerts. weirdly enough he listens to top 40s pop when he’s driving, which is a lot because he’s somehow become everyone’s designated driver for everything. 

gerard: 100 gecs, kero kero bonito, g.l.o.s.s., sophie, megan thee stallion. a different side of the coin than meeks but like his best friend he has the coolest taste. he dabbles in production and secretly wants to make hyperpop. he’s really good at modding pedals and runs an underground business doing it for a bunch of kids at all the neighboring schools. he listens to a lot of punk as well, and bonds with charlie over it. 

cameron: he’s obsessed with tchaikovsky. obsessed with him. he and charlie are always bickering over whether or not the other can play music out loud in their room. for the holidays the group all pitch in to get both char and cameron noise cancelling headphones. secretly, cameron kind of likes some of the music charlie plays, even though it scares the shit out of him. he doesn’t realize that people can see what you’re listening to on spotify and one day the groupchat explodes because richard cameron himself was listening to girlpool. 

keating: he’s iconic so he’s really into joni mitchell, and teaches a poetry lesson using her songs. when he realizes gerard is writing music he’s ecstatic and helps him with lyrics as much as he can. he doesn’t really get the newer genres that the poets are into, but he tries valiantly and even kind of likes hatsune miku when charlie jokingly shows her to him. 

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I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

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Recently my grandmother found out I’m queer. Her response was to tell me that she disapproves of me living with my “friend” (i.e. my girlfriend) and that I should give up my vile queer ways and become a Christian (Lol). She even sent me a bible.  Here are its remains, which I made into black-out poetry.

Poem 1: Bisexual (from Leviticus 19:9)— “Have sexual relations with her.  Have sexual relations with him.  Have sexual relations with both a woman and a man.  Have sexual relations with yourself. Vomit on everyone who does not respect you.”

Poem 2: Fisting (from Judges 8:5)— “water/ lap the water/ drink/go down to drink/your hands/go down/I give into your hands/go down/encouraged/down/on the seashore/the whole hand/your hand/inside/I get to the edge/and shout/grasping/crying out/Beth/Beth/Beth/Beth/Beth/God/I came”

Poem 3: A Letter to the Exiles (from Jeremiah 28:13) — “Ze said: ‘Do not let lies name you, nor harm your heart. Gather. Raise the sword against them. They scorn and reproach, for they have not listened— again and again have not listened.’ “

Poem 4: Child (from Ezekiel 16:22) — “Your father and your mother rubbed salt in. No one looked on you with pity or had compassion enough for you, for on the day you were born you were despised. Live! Grow.  I looked at you and saw you were enough.”

Poem 5: Father (from Ezekiel 16:22) — “You never adored us. You became very angry. You took some out on us. Your sons and daughters were not enough? You slaughtered— in all your detestable practices— our youth.”

Poem 6: Misandry (from Acts 27:41) — “Dangerous men should be broken.”

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i need you to know i thought it said ass instead of sass and was very confused

subtly edited this scene to emphasize todd’s sass

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how do people have consistent fun at parties . like don’t they get hit with periodic waves of debilitating melancholy and subsequently need to sit outside and think abt how they’re going 2 die alone . or is that just me and the guy from the National

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dead poets society dir. peter weir (1989)

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the boys + being done with charlie’s bullshit