sirius: i have decided to make a film of my life! i believe muggles call them biographical. lily you will be playing the role of my mother-
lily: i don’t want to be your mother
sirius: perfect! you already know your lines
Petition to resurrect him.
Ur mysterious dream girl is pulling on a push door
crying tears of blood all by yourself, handsome?
me, staring at the Moon, almost every night: I love you, I really do.
The generation gap between me and ppl of my own age
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
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
weirdest part about being an artist (and, to an extent, a writer too) is feeling like. shameful that you aren't creating massive pieces of art. how dare i not line and color and shade every drawing. how dare i only draw two poses. how dare i only write 1k words. how dare i not write an entire book. how dare i
i enter a body of water & suddenly i am a person again
bubble tea should be free as a public service given to girls who are in need of a little treat
whatever *throws up and dies*
losing my mind over googling "what do you do if someone recognizes you" and google autocompleted with "in patterns of everything"
we used to dye our tongues on purpose using kool-aid and i stood in the sprinklers with the grass already so muddy it was starting to do that thing where your lawn is now quicksand
i think i want to kiss you because you remind me of smoothing out the chalk drawing with gentle fingers. of anthills and feeding birds our leftover lettuce. of getting covered in briars while we picked blueberries from the backyard bush. i think i want to kiss you because it's a bad idea, and i think i want to kiss you because of how water grips the side of a pitcher of iced tea.
you said your life was a toddler's art piece, with paint splatted on your floor, in your mouth, in your hair. i was delighted by that.
i loved the idea of leaving color everywhere.
car conversations so good bc of removal of eye contact expectation. let us all learn from this
manic (gansey) pixie (blue) dream (ronan) girl (adam)
jesus fucking christ you don't understand nothing will ever compare to the first time i read adam parrish describing himself as lonesome. like no i am not alone nor lonely exactly i'm just fundamentally apart from people i'm still close with because of reasons outside of my control. like genuinely out of my control i'm not just saying that. i am in pure essence Something Else. an entirely separate item. people love me. like me even. i've got friends. i engage with them in a meaningful way. i am just slightly apart and you can barely see the separation but it is there and girl i feel that separation as if i were feeling myself breathing. is this what it means to exist
fuck dating apps i want to meet someone the old fashioned way (you’re walking your bike up the last hill into town wearing your school uniform. i’m hanging out the passenger side window of my best friend’s car. your hands are beautiful. we know nothing about each other. you disappear in the rear view mirror. i close my eyes and send up a simple, inexplicable, desperate prayer to god. i say please. i have never said please in my life)
inferiority complex so high that feeling like "i'm not that bad" is my god complex
the two genders are “i no longer wish to be perceived” and “i have to be the most fuckable person at the grocery store”
do you have any tips or advice for someone who wants to become more wizardly? thank you for your time
do drugs. listen to nine inch nails. ego death. pick up every book on the occult you find on the road. wear layers and ugly jewlery. have gay sex. be confident. eyeliner.
committed to the bit: self explanatory. we all know this one.
committed to the fit: wearing an absolute killer slay fun little outfit regardless of weather incompatibility
committed to the tit: any self respecting boob lover is committed to the tit.
committed to the pit: read trc specifically trk for context
committed to the hit: violence. rage. mayhem
committed to the sit: sit on the counter sit on the fucking floor but wherever u sit don't move for anything or anybody
committed to the vit: fun little dracula accent I guess
It's so funny to me when people reblog math posts on this site and say shit like "this is homophobic" "this is an attack on queer people" like hello this is tumblr. OP is queer. Like we've got a HANDFUL of cishets here on mathblr but most of us are queer. Because it's tumblr. And everyone is queer on tumblr. If you see math on this site, a queer person probably put it there. Stfu about "gays can't do math" if it's on tumblr, gays can do it, that's why it's on tumblr.
And of course there is also a large and brilliant and beloved queer math community off of tumblr but I just think it's extra funny when people don't notice it ON TUMBLR.
Alan Turing didn't kick the Nazis' collective ass laying foundations for the field of computing and then go on to also lay foundations for the field of biomathematics, Leonardo Da Vinci didn't give us fundamental physical and mathematical diagrams used in engineering well beyond his time, Moon Duchin doesn't study the math of fair redistricting, Chad Topaz and Jude Higdon don't analyze criminal sentencing disparities, et cetera et cetera, for y'all to call math homophobic and an attack on the queer community.
Barbie (2023)
the song of the summer is call me maybe, for the eleventh consecutive year,
- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, 'Notes' from The Underground