vamphorricgooner

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You could follow a girl on here who's defending her PhD, writing gay fanfiction between two background characters from a show 15 years ago, and absolutely no filter when it comes to her mommy issues but you really don't know her until BOOM she reblogs a hockey gif set. April to June, which I've learned is the lead up to the Stanley Cup, is one of the most revealing times of the year. I didn't know we had so many opinions about this, but I will always care about what my girls care about!

When poetry speaks to you, it is because of the demonic entities. You should not listen!

I'm somewhere between an I'm-going-to-die ecstasy and I'm-never-gonna-die paralysis at each bare moment. This whole thing is such a laugh, you know? Especially once you put your head through the surface and let the water in. Call it autoerotic asphyxiation or call it drowning, either way you have to open your mouth!

I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing — their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives.

To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights — then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.

-JEANETTE WINTERSON, Why I Adore the Night

sometimes i feel like there's a heart beating inside me

it's always a damn picture of a deer on here

No one wants to talk about how intimate jump starting someones car is.

From “Cinéastes de notre temps” Robert Bresson, 1965.

This is actually a fundamental belief of mine. It’s actually at the core of who I am and how I understand the world.

my sister and i had a debate about the sexuality of vampires and i want it to be known that i was immovable in my conviction that all vampires are queer by nature

he’s your favorite marauder’s favorite marauder! 💥

hbd jimmy james & s/o to nat @otrtbs for insipiring me 🤭

bringing a gun to Chekhov’s house by Robert Wood Lynn

The opposite of anxiety is not calmness, it is desire. Anxiety and desire are two, often conflicting, orientations to the unknown. Both are tilted toward the future. Desire implies a willingness, or a need, to engage this unknown, while anxiety suggests a fear of it. Desire takes one out of oneself, into the possibility of relationship, but it also takes one deeper into oneself. Anxiety turns one back on oneself, but only onto the self that is already known. There is nothing mysterious about the anxious state; it leaves one teetering in an untenable and all too familiar isolation. There is rarely desire without some associated anxiety: We seem to be wired to have apprehension about that which we cannot control, so in this way, the two are not really complete opposites. But desire gives one a reason to tolerate anxiety and a willingness to push through it.

Open to Desire

Mark Epstein

what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?

Most architects are fascist adderall addicted perverts and thats why everything looks like shit. The amphetamines and porn rotted their brains and they were probably jerking off designimg your shitty little studio apartment and thinking about you suffering. Sorry to tell you this

I’m a stick figure

Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments (trans. Richard Howard) [transcript in ALT]

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

unfortunately if you heavily curate and dampen parts of your being to avoid being cringe on your quest to be lovable you will never be loved for who you are and something will always feel missing. i know i know it's terrible. rips my own face off

the dark

at the end of the day i’m a jegulus girl to my core… down to my bones…. like i love thinking about them .. in every iteration … in every lifetime … it’s always going to be them

bingo

faith existed before religion. like how communication existed before language.

*starts taking hostages* STOP EMAILING ME

no way ppl are using ai to write ao3. what happened to being a tortured writer. what happened to blood on the page. what happened to the ao3 curse. people used to get run over, have their houses burned down, break their entire spines and they still put in the work to finish a chapter. fuck you, using ai. y’all are weak

Eros the Bittersweet, Anne Carson