Latest Posts by gingerlyj - Page 5
supergiant games holding the gayass community hostage since 2020
i think this is precisely why 'fire walk with me is so powerful':
"Your Laura has dissapeared. It's just me now" we see a her whisper tearfully to James Hurley. She knows. She knows she's fizzling out, not like a match blowing off, but like a supernova, Laura is screaming, blowing up into the void with incandescent fury, but she's too far from us to see. Like a dying star, the light that reaches us is no longer tied to it's source, it's vanished, we're only left with the remains
laura palmer is such an insane character it’s like her absence is more important than her presence and she doesn’t exist it’s only this reflection of her that other people tell and the person that they want her to be the person she’s incapable of being like there is no story without her but there is no story with her either
nothing makes me blush quite like a michael leonard painting
Redraw the story of the grand inquisitor. Hope you guys Enjoy :) This is the last part of the story.
the story of tlön —the fictional world created through a series of dictionary entries by a group of random specialists with too much time of their hands, written by Jorge Luis Borges— but make it unhinged, in real time and way sexier
you know those little critical thinking questions that they had at the end of short stories in literature textbooks? we should start putting those in posts. i miss them,,,,,,
questions:
what call to action is the author arguing for?
why does this work lack capitalization? what might this tell you about the author? what might this tell you about the context this work is meant to be read in?
is the addition of the questions self referential? does that make this post humorous? how so? how would the post be different without the addition of the questions?
the increase in cringe in this hellsite as a response to twitter refugees has me in a chokehold, but honestly shooting ourselves in the foot as a defense mechanism is just so on brand for tumblr
Did u know. That u can put pasta inside a girl’s tummy and it will make her sososososo happy
you better believe im gonna romanticize the shit out of that crane and those metal containers
i am normal about this game
journal entry - 8.17.22
“what is something that is always true?”
i know that interview with a vampire, what we do in the shadows, and our flag means death are all huge wins for representation. and it's great, it really is. but it can feel so disheartening to know the reason i don't see any wlw shows is because there simply isn't the same audience. i just want to see a woman fall in love with another woman and not die, and is that really so much to ask?
people fighting tooth and nail to make the human body a pristine, frozen thing when it is in fact ever-changing and often gross by nature… where is the affection. the respect. let that thing breathe
Honestly, one of the things that fuck me up the most about The Brothers Karamazov, is not only that Dostoyevski names Fyodor Karamazov —arguably the most vile character in the novel— after himself; but that he names this character's pure son, mr. little ray of sunshine Alyosha, the same as the son Dostoyevski lost at three years old, a loss that pained him all his life, like????? what did you meant by this sir???? does such goodness only belongs to the realm of death?? of fantasy?? Are we always to taint good works through our polluting influence? what does this mean!!!!
From W. J. Leatherbarrow's "Fyodor Dostoyevsky: The Brother's Karamazov"
One thing I absolutely love about Hannibal NBC is how the characters constantly say things that would earn you a punch in the face in real life. "You're like the mongoose I want under my house when the snakes slither by" Like, Sir???? who released you into the wild?? How is that a reasonable response to the question "how do you see me" christ.
“As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me? you are completely screwed, because the next question is How Much? and then it is hundreds of hours later, and you are still hunched over your flowcharts and abacus, trying to decide if you have gotten enough. This is the loneliest job in the world: to be an accountant of the heart. It is late at night. You are by yourself, and all around you, you can hear the sounds of people moving in and out of love, pushing the turnstiles, putting their coins in the slots, paying the price which is asked, which constantly changes. No one knows why.”
— Tony Hoagland, “The Loneliest Job in the World”
Guys, the inability to speak irl with anyone close to me about DE akfbkfkeu, you don't understand. This game has been plaguing my thoughts for months now, and I'm supposed to act normal around people????
and after all this im still horny. the human spirit is unbreakable
TRUE LOVE IS POSSIBLE ONLY IN THE NEXT WORLD -- FOR NEW PEOPLE
IT IS TOO LATE FOR US
WRECK HAVOC ON THE MIDDLE CLASS
I've been taken to the extremes of my physical strengt and emotional endurance, and at the end of my capacities I have found the abyss.
