i can't casually listen to music. unfortunately everything i like makes me want to drop to my knees.
thinking about all the “small” art that’s ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didn’t survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.
this is not a sad post!!!! this is a celebration!!!!! art is part of the human condition!!!!!!! we were born to create and share!!!!!!!!!!!
the jerk off who told my son that theyre going to assassinate him and marry my wife needs to come forward so i can crush his neck betwext my Perfect thighs
2023:
you're an older sibling ?? and what for ??? your younger sibling becoming taller than you ????
hate whenever mfs in horror media are like “what was that noise…” bro you and i both know its creatures
new spell: *beats the shit out of you with my staff*
The status of this spell is:
sometimes violence is the answer
hey um. your boyfriend turned into the thing he swore he’d destroy. yeah. no he didnt make it. sorry
absolutely enchanted with the glowing, grinning something that rushes over people at a good concert, a froth of wildling glee. how an audience leaves good theatre all friends suddenly, whispering oh my gosh did you see. how we giggle and hum the songs to each other, untuned karaoke. how after a bad movie our first instinct is to look at the person next to us and start deconstructing everything.
love every moment in an museum where you can whisper it's just so lovely! and hear a stranger say i know, i was just thinking the same thing! the swelling, pink-bright cheer that you get when you're in a car full of people loudly singing the song badly. the unchoregraphed dancing-jumping of your friends around your room at 2:30 in the morning.
how even after a somber symphony - you lock eyes with someone and they give you this little smile and nod like i know, this cut through me too. we go see a musical where the characters all die, and afterwards, in the bathroom, the women hand each other tissues, laughing self-consciously, saying i cried too! we go to see a musical where the characters all live and make fast friends with strangers, everyone stunned because how do they dance in those shoes?
there are ways that art is personal. that is unbelievably lovely. i will never really understand what something means to you, nor can you understand for me.
but it's cold out and i see her breath in the air as she bounces through her favorite lines, half-laughing, magic-tinged and happy.
oh, we are birds in our hearts! so beautiful - we love art so much, that love makes us so-quick into family.
I like to fuck around and waste time for at least ~6-10 hours per day, and let me tell you, that really puts some pressure on your schedule. you have no idea how busy I am
i am not brave but sometimes i am made brave by my friends which is to say i am made brave by love
