Ever night I lie awake with a pounding in my chest as I remember how temporary this all is. One day I and you and everyone will be dead and then there will be nothing after. I will close my eyes and my memories and thoughts and experiences and feelings will be gone. Where will they go? I am so deeply terrified to not exist. What happens to me when the electric signals in my brain stop firing? I believed that I would find the warm embrace of God after I died. Then, I feared it would be less of an embrace and more of a chokehold as God sapped away my free will and identity into the eternal bliss of heaven and praise. You do not exist if you are stripped of your pain. If I knew my Mother to be in hell and still sang God's praise, I would not be myself anymore. Then, the church reassured me that I was destined for hell, which I took some comfort in. At least I would exist somewhere, screaming in the flames. But no. You do not exist if you are stripped of your joy. Now, I fear that God is as dead as I am to be in several decades or a minute, depending on nothing but luck. Dead dead dead. I am so scared of it all going away. I cry and heave and curse but nothing can be done about it by anybody. At least no one else is as afraid as I am, even if they should be. Afraid afraid afraid. But gods, alive or dead, at least I know Muppet Hole will last forever. When all I know is gone, the worms will still taste the salty necter of my seed which I have planted in the muppet vessel of my desire. This image you sent me has brought me back to my senses. I am not afraid to die! I am not afraid of anything! I am only mad with lust and my erection is filled with knowledge. God bless
one of my favorite parts of “the substance” is how clear the movie makes that the men you’re destroying yourself to impress are so utterly gross and not worth it at all. how it shows already beautiful women tearing themselves apart to reach the standards of males who can’t even be bothered to wash their hands after using the bathroom.
god forbid women have hobbies like braiding their dead best friends hair to cover up that she’s missing an ear or putting makeup on her corpse to make her look less necrotic or hallucinating a bacchanal feast while cannibalizing her
when they put babies in little sleeping bags... petition to make the entire world colder... we need to stop global warming
My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.
You should never judge someone because you don’t know what they’re dealing with inside (tonsil stones)
OH, here's something I forgot to mention in my bullet points! The movie is very intentional about when and how other characters touch Nessa's wheelchair.
You know the stage version of Dancing Through Life, where Boq says "Let's dance," and immediately pushes Nessa's wheelchair around as a part of the choreography? None of that here. The movie goes out of its way to have Elphaba and Nessa emphasize that Nessa should be in charge of her own movement. When Boq wants to dance, he gets in front of Nessa and takes her hands. When someone pushes Nessa's chair without asking, that is a bad thing.
I'm not qualified to do more than observe the effort I can see the film making, but I definitely noticed the effort. Especially with the casting of Nessarose being so phenomenal.
not my prodigal ass returning