sorry i couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue
Tag: text
things i’m good at:
- not answering texts/chats
- getting my hopes up
- daydreaming
- being awkward
- pissing people off
- sleeping
not to sound like a 40 yr old but socks are literally THE most iconic present… wacky/printed ones… fuzzy ones… just plain old socks… love me some socks bitch i love being cozy.. comfy, if you will
She preferred most of all to live with flowers and music and to have a book, in quiet solitude.
Hermann Hesse, from “Iris”, The Fairytales of Hermann Hesse (trans. Jack Zipes)
what ur fave painter says about you
Van Gogh: art hoe, unappreciated, depressed and lonely
Picasso: mhmm. you’re pretty weird and inventive
Leanardo Da Vinci: gay genius, ultimate prankster
Matisse: you love anything cultural and appreciate the value and beauty of almost everything
Edvard Munch: you are depressed, nihilistic and very lonely
Salvador Dali: what is wrong with you? seriously what are you ever talking about
Monet: you have an eye for beauty and wish you could live in a field of flowers
Renoir: you love the women, the children, the bread
Andy Warhol: hello you are pretentious and gay
Rembrant: you are serious, detailed, and classical.
Keith Haring: you’ve got a hard on for the 80s and you are into activism
Bouguereau: dude we get it you love the female body and you love mythology
Edward Hopper: america? america. also you are realistic, serious, observant and hard working
Klimt: you are goddamn beautiful and you love goddamn beautiful things
Egon Schiele: you are obsessed with the human body and need to get laid
Magritte: you are an existentialist and want to have tea in the clouds
Frida Kahlo: fuck imperialism and fuck america and fuck white people. also you’re the coolest motherfucker around
They cancelled the internet bc y’all wanted to fuck that raggedy clown who straight up devoured children for no damn reason
a blog: *follows me*
me, an aged monarch lounging on my fur-strewn throne, gesturing for my servant to bring me my monacle: Bring them here! Bring them here, I say. Let me look at them.
guards: *drag the unwitting blog before me*
me, peering intently at the new blog and poking them with my scepter: Is this a real person? Hmm? What have you to say for yourself? What are your fandoms? Your interests? Speak up, these old ears aren’t what they used to be.
guards, tentatively: they do seem to be a real person, sire. We found them in possession of several memes and a fandom rant.
me, subsiding back into my sumptuous furs and waving them away: most extraordinary. It has been an age since there was a real person, but just as well, the dungeons have been overflowing with those tacky pornbots. This newcomer may remain in my domain. Make them welcome. And fetch me a quill! I feel a ficlet coming on…
this is the funniest thing i have ever read
person: hey mischief how do you keep your fandom experience positive
me, barricaded behind a layer of mutuals who post stuff i like, buried under a horde of blacklisted tags and blocked blogs, looking at my laptop through a solar eclipse viewer and wearing giant fluffy earmuffs, one of which i gingerly lift away from my head: what?
Me waking up: no
friends was right
explain
it hasn’t been my day, my week, my month, or even my year
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