Sorry for being incapable of answering a question without like 900 "It dependssss" prefaces. Unfortunately too many things depend on too many things

someone should invent a form of staying in bed and napping all day that also lets me go out for a nice walk in the sunshine

me when i wanna talk about my special interests but i got the vampire autism where you gotta invite me to talk about smth first, otherwise i wont say shit or dont know what to say because i feel like im annoying

the smallest artist i listen to? probably the bird outside my window

I hate work I should be at the (remembers I don't want to go to the club) the imagination

I love jmart. What do you mean the tragic hero is a hopeless romantic and the poet is a realist. Incredible im on the floor

overstimulated and anxious at the zoo until I looked up and saw an angel dancing in a beam of light

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

reblog to let people know it's ok to bother you with questions and statements

please bother me with questions and statements

sending asks is so unnecessarily stressful. like what if i accidentally typed "kill yourself" and called them a faggot instead of professing my love to them. and forgot to use anon. and i sent it to the wrong mutual and now everyone hates me. what then

this is what a Bodhisattva is

Oh, literally!

i often think about that split second where orpheus has turned around, the wash of relief, love, joy, love, love, love that he feels when he sees eurydice. there is darkness and doubt all around him, the ache of his feet, the feeling of defeat, and in his desperation borne of love he sees her. and for a split second, love takes over. the last thing eurydice sees is love etched into every corner of her husbands face before she is dragged back into death.

At this point i feel a little bit of shame whenever i go to that tragic little podcast and turn on episode one. Like what am i doing. Why does this show have me by the neck. Why have I listened to it about 10 times and counting.

being obsessed w a piece of media is so scary. what if my mutuals see how insane i go about it and think oh i gotta check out what this is about and then think it sucks and kill me with rocks. what if they hate my favorite characters

you know how it is

reading and watching “classic” books and films is such an interesting experience because, before you get into them, when you only know them by name and maybe the vaguest plot outline, they’re intimidating and stuffy and up on a pedestal, but then you finally take the leap and check them out and realize that almost every story that’s achieved such a legendary level of popularity did so because something in its emotional core reached out and grabbed a lot of people by the throat and you are NOT immune.

interviewer: can you explain this gap in your resume?

me: mhm so that’s called a lacuna. it refers to when manuscripts have missing parts, lost to time. for example, the epic of gilgamesh has