I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.
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i know its the middle of summer when i have a breakdown about who i am and the passage of time
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Like the majority of society I’m obsessed with Nimona
And I rewatched it a million times and one thing always sticks out to me
There are moments when Ambrosius is surrounded by light like a little protective bubble
That keeps him away from the man he loves more than anything
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happy boop day!!
asmo getting flustered over shows of genuine affection hrngnngn im physically ill i love him so much
inspired by this post!!! so cute!!! i think everyone should do this with their fave hehe
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people behind a screen care more about me than my father
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you can replace studying with 0.5-4 hours of thinking about The Character. but watch out
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spoilers for I Saw The TV Glow -
I keep seeing interpretations of Owen revisiting The Pink Opaque and finding it cheesy/childish as being a critique of nostalgia / not worshipping media from your youth, and sure whatever, I get the angle - but I don’t read it that way?
It’s “cheesy” because she’s snuffed out the spark. The glow. She grew up to Be A Man. Raise A Family. She severed the psychic connection - and with that repression, she loses the emotional richness she found in the show as a kid, it’s no longer a boundless space of self exploration / expansion because she’s shoved it all back down and buried it deep inside herself. And that’s the tragedy of that scene. Her family is nonexistent, the campfire she sits around is missing Tara, her favorite show is rendered emotionless, like herself… she snuffed out the space to become the Isabel she always was.
It’s that societal pressure to conform, to sand down your edges and be “consumable”to society. To be “content”, in both senses of the word.
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Raise your hand if you’ve ever been personally victimized by tumblr refreshing while you’re in the middle of reading a one shot causing you to lose it forever. So many incredible stories that I never got to finish 😭😭
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