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the snowglobe came in a pack of two, who do i put in the other one????
different from my regular content but I'd like to introduce you to my Dr. James E Wilson snowglobe
he likes it in there
different from my regular content but I'd like to introduce you to my Dr. James E Wilson snowglobe
he likes it in there
when i say that dead poets society genuinely makes me romanticize my life im not joking. like whenever i feel too stressed or like im not living in the moment i watch that fucking movie. when i get to bogged down with logistics i remember "poetry, beauty, romance, love. these are what we stay alive for."
never forget that each day the powerful play goes on, and your life is your verse.
Man killed himself exactly how I expect a theater kid would. Dramatic ass.
Man killed himself exactly how I expect a theater kid would. Dramatic ass.
intro 🩷
Name: Belle, but you will still prob associate me with my url lol
Age: 19
Pronouns: Any/all don't careeeee
Additional Notes:
- House MD is the only thing that currently brings me joy oopsie!
- Theatre kid to the extreme (i'm a theatre major 😔)
- I sew and crochet a lot of my own clothes
- Lesbian
- I ramble a lot and write bad poetry so beware
- might edit this if people ask questions
My favorite tag I've ever come across
what are some of your favorite songs atm??
ahhhhh so so so many
top 5 is
1. love in black and white by mars argo
2. apple of my eye by frankie valli and the four seasons
3. total eclipse of the heart by bonnie tyler
4. tears dry on their own by amy winehouse
5. this charming man by the smiths
a weird and varied lineup to be sure but this is what all my playlists look like essentially
boys are evil and don't appreciate art
it's absolutely soul crushing to share a piece of media with someone who doesn't appreciate it. i often find it difficult to connect with my younger brother without having shared media to discuss. so I finally showed him my favorite movie, dead poets society of course, and his reaction was to call Neil stupid and say that the overall film was "ok, kinda funny sometimes". meanwhile I had cried twice and was shaking and sobbing.
it's ok. he's not an artist. it didn't move him the way it moved me and it doesn't have to. and yet I find myself disappointed and upset that he'll never want to "carpe diem" or suck the marrow out of life. that he'll never let out a barbaric yawp or be good REALLY good.
i dunno. just thoughts
Do you have any pets? And what's your favourite painting(s)?
I have a cat named Finnick (after the hunger games character lol) and we have a family dog, Kirby.
My favorite painting is probably the last supper? I'm not super educated when it comes to art, I wish I was. However I am FASCINATED by the crucifixion and everything leading up to it, despite not being super religious anymore. For a less grim answer I've always liked Degas' ballerinas.
bleed
carve your name deep in my flesh
drink my blood like a fine wine
make my skin your coat
for winter-time
knit my entrails into a scarf
wear my teeth on a silver necklace
blow me to bits, bite into my lips
i hunger to feel your reckless
cut my heart out and eat it on china
use my bones however you please
i live to serve, (or to be served )
for you I'll gladly bleed
on the hunt for mutuals
interact with this post if you like....
Dead poets society!!!!!! (and other tragic films)
notes app poetry and other rambling of a madman
gently philosophical musings
vintage fashion
classic literature
contemplating what it means to be human
whimsy
“You can be a good person with a kind heart, and still say no.”
— d.k.
a woman of many talents, i made this little old thing myself
splenda
my body's made of Splenda packets
mostly pink, some yellow too
you wanna tear me open
to sweeten things for you
i always end up dirty
and torn up on the floor
once you rip the paper
there ain't sweetness anymore
and i'm all artificial
though I know I may seem true
cause Splenda's made from sucralose
chlorine and hatred too
so why not just take sugar?
it would spare us all the hurt
cause Splenda's far too sweet
and the wrappers end up in the dirt
a pocket of the universe in which biblical beauty and secular sensuality meld to become one, welcome to angelcake world
an angelic silence
i cherish loneliness
i cling to it like apron strings
i crave it amidst the hurricane of company
the click of a lock, a clatter of limbs
a breath
and an angelic silence takes hold
everything cast in a buttery light of magma
and for a moment the screeching stops
and i'm not anything anymore
who up thinking about dead poets society and the fact that you'll never experience it because instead of being born an east coast boy in the 1950's, you're a west coast girl in the 2020's and you've never been to boarding school and yet you feel a deep connection to the film because you too have unsupportive parents and dreams of theatre and poetry and art
parasite
we cling to traditions, making love to the ghosts of the past
to the institutions that cradle us, though the bassinet is bramble, we will always manage to sleep
the independent woman is a fairytale, as is the independent man, wished away after midnight
like a dream too hazy to remember, it's an idea we can smell but not taste
beautiful mess
clumpy mascara smudged under the eye with sweat
nail polish chipped by the day's hard work
frizzy hair thrown up for some semblance of put togetherness
choppy unblended bangs, cut with kitchen scissors on a bad night
well worn tights, holes and runs abound
green-copper rings tarnished by water and wear
like a cracked ornament on the scrawniest tree, there is heart, charm and an ocean deep beauty
don't careeeeee
is my poetry surface deep and corny?
maybe.
but at least i'm getting it out
even if it's all just VOMIT
it's better out than in