On Summer Sadness

going on the internet to stare at things. going to a antique mall to stare at things. going to the aquarium to stare at things. going to an art gallery to stare at things. picking up a book to stare at things. going to the cinema to stare at things. &other such cases

the barbenheimer experience i had was so funny i saw oppenheimer first and in a quiet scene we could literally hear ken singing in the theater next to us and then during barbie it when was quiet we could hear a fucking explosion coming from the oppenheimer screening

Dunsapie Loch, Holyrood Park, Edinburgh

15.05.25

Like emily henry once said “I fucking love writing about love. I love taking my cynical little brain and forcing it to acknowledge one of the greatest, most mysterious, most miraculous experiences you can have as a human being. I love art that requires vulnerability and getting over your own shame, that peels away all the protective layers we pile on ourselves to seem cool, aloof, respectable, smart, worthy to the world around us. I love making books that engage with the terrifying and often humiliating act of hoping! Thank you to the romance writers who've been doing this way longer than I have and the readers who have been brave enough to like what they like in a world that tries to denigrate it, and lastly, fuck the misogyny that belittles stories about women's pleasure and joy”.

hi everyone. does anybody else miss something they can never return to. anyone else being swallowed whole by grief. anyone else clinging to love as a life preserver

remus ‘he fell first’ lupin and sirius ‘he fell harder’ black

it's crazy how, if you're not conventionally attractive but you're confident and know your worth, it will both attract people who are also confident and comfortable in their own skin, but also act like one of those dog whistle frequencies that absolutely drives the most miserable, insecure people (men AND women) out of their minds. people will see you just living your life and not being paralyzed with insecurity with every decision you make and go "oh pretty girl let's hate on her" and honestly all you can do with that is chuckle and move on

Listen. The Picture of Dorian Gray should not be hard to adapt. Drag Ben Whishaw or Nick Hoult or somebody out of the opium dens to play Lord Henry, it's not as if we're strapped for gorgeous dissolute twinks. Kidnap 20-year-old Heath Ledger from the year 1999 to play Dorian. Summon the ghost of Pier Paolo Pasolini from Hell and tell him that if he doesn't direct another indescribably awful gay arthouse pornohorror, the fascists will win. And - this is crucial - make it gay, but in the worst way possible. I want it to set the discourse back 15 years. People should walk out of the theater asking if gay marriage should be legal.

It simply is not that difficult.

E.M. Forster from Maurice (1971)

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever