yeah im good the light has left my world though
Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking
mrs barbour: what have u been up to :’)
theos mind: [dont say getting addicted to opioids dont say getting addicted to opioids]
theo: dealing antiques :-)
NEVER be vulnerable. FLUSH your medication down the toilet. LIE when people ask how you’re doing. SUPPRESS your feelings. ALWAYS be irritable and abrasive. MAKE SURE you push away anyone who’s close to you. CANCEL your therapy appointment.
if you close the door, the night could last forever
it's really such an experience to go from "oh this is really cool wow" to "aw man i like this so much i need to eat glass about it" i cant even pinpoint when it happened
Eros—carnal desire—is an embodied experience, and our phones do a terrific job of getting us out of our bodies and into our heads. In the digital age, we often neglect our bodies entirely, and use them merely as a way to transport our heads to meetings. (The rise of rave culture and physical fitness programs since the 1990s is perhaps evidence that we feel the need to fight against this.) No one feels connected, present, alive, embodied, or sexy when they’re on their phone all day.
And our phones don’t just move us out of our bodies, but they have become something of a second brain, a second body. You don’t have to remember something if you can record it, photograph it, or type it into your notes app. You don’t have to look good in person if you look good on Instagram. Our phones not only hollow out our true selves, but are starting to replace us.
When Mike packs up his room to move out of Hawkins with Will at the end of ST, I want the one way sign to point out of the closet as a wink and a nod that yes, we did all of that on purpose and some of you got it, congratulations, we made this show for you.