men be like “i would never succumb to homosexuality” and then hold a mans face tenderly as he lights his cigarette with his own. okayy pansy we see you
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art deco more like art dicko! aaaand post
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attended a petting party last saturday and there were no animals not even at all :(
#WHY WOULD THEY CALL IT THAT
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i lov my mother and father so nuch forever i cannot wait to attend my new job at the dubious factory where there have never been any machinery incidents evr before
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The cocaine in coca-cola just doesnt hit the same anymore….
The eroticism of the machinery incidents at the dubious factory
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There is a gang war in Chicago. The first gang to get to 100 kills, gets to take over that part of the city. You NEED to be careful, Babe Ruth. You could be at high risk because of your high status. PLEASE be safe, everyone in or around Chicago, and please reblog this to get it to the celebrities in Chicago
This is going to be a bit of a vent but I’m also curious if anyone else feels the same. Please share if you do ❤
Something I’ve been feeling more and more recently is the drive to be creative, and I’m going to be honest but it doesn’t feel good? I’ve never been that good at art or music or woodworking or textiles or baking or anything expressive, really. When I see someone playing an instrument beautifully, constructing a lovely little ornament, or even just a reference sheet for someone’s OC I feel an intense sense of longing.
The only thing I would consider myself notably good at is gaming, and that doesn’t really feel like something I can share with people, as in I struggle to express myself with it? I can’t show people how I feel by playing a run of Isaac the same way a pianist can with the notes they play. What I feel like I’m missing is the ability to draw a scene and have people see what I’m feeling inside. That sense of understanding that comes with damn good art.
I know the popular response on this site is “do it badly anyway” and I really do appreciate the sentiment but doing something badly just makes me feel truly awful. I can’t get around that mental block no matter how hard I try and it’s stopping me from practicing any of these skills. It doesn’t feel like I have so much space to improve, it feels like I’ll always be this bad because I always have been. Regardless of how provably untrue that is it’s how I feel.
I want to be able to enjoy the process but that’s simply impossible for me right now, not when everything I try ends up worse than I expect. I know it’s a problem with my mindset and not a profound lack of talent but it’s just as insurmountable a barrier to me. I wish I could play the violin.
Hello! I have been through this and I have SO MANY THOUGHTS! In fact, you have unlocked my personal art manifesto that I’ve been thinking about for the last couple of years.
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“it’s too hard” it’s okay if it can’t be easy!
+ ask people who have made a neocities if you are struggling, many people won’t be aggravated that you send an email asking where or how they learned to set up their webpage! like me and my page! i love emails!
+ start small, have reasonable goals set in mind! there is no such thing as a step too small! it took me several weeks just to figure out basic CSS!
+ don’t focus on it being good or presentable, focus on being able to understand what you did so you can grow from where you left off.
+ if you don’t have enough energy to do what you don’t know yet, have more fun with what you do know! don’t know how to style a page yet, but know how to add fun images, links, and text modifiers? slap some more in there!
+ have fun with your web page! all i post about on my pink little website is video games, dog trivia, with miscellaneous buttons, stamps, and quizzes! it’s my site, my house, my rules, my fun!
+ ask for help, the worst they can say is “i don’t know!”, or “i can’t help you!”
Haven’t seen this yet so I’m gonna talk about it. The majority of people Elisabeth/Sue talk to throughout the movie are men. Elisabeth talks to women 1) on the set of her job before she gets fired and 2) when a waitress asks for her order. Every influencing voice and relationship she has is men.
Her boss telling her she’s too old to be in the business anymore, the other substance user who turns her on to it, her old classmate from high school who she turns to for a last ditch grab at validating her self worth. Her dealer on the phone is also a male voice.
Underlying her deep rooted self hatred is a desperate grab for male validation. When she’s Sue, her boss will do anything to keep her on the show. Society even reinforces his decision to fire Elisabeth by rewarding him with higher ratings. The men around her are obsessed with her to a comical degree (the line read on “youre even more beautiful than before” is practically goofy) while in Elisabeth, they either ignore her or treat her with disdain, even going so far as to get unnecessarily violet (what even was that reaction from the motorcycle guy?)
But despite all of this, in BOTH bodies, she hardly speaks. Men talk at her, not to her. The majority of her lines are when she’s alone, to herself or to the voice on the phone. When decisions are made, it’s without her input. The biggest source of control she has is choosing to take the substance and how she uses it.
All of this really made the movie feel like, to me, a depiction of the gruesome things women do to themselves in an attempt to chase male approval, whether or not they realize that male validation is the thing they are chasing. Elisabeth was chasing an impossible beauty standard that she herself spent her life perpetuating, and it was men at the top deciding what that beauty standard was.
It felt like a reflection of the countless arguments I’ve seen across many a social platform- “I wear makeup every day because /I/ want to” “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with my nose shape, I just don’t like how it looks on /my/ face” - but who taught you these things? what put those ideas in your mind in the first place? Who was influencing the person who was influencing you?
Because yes, it was Elisabeth’s decision to take the substance. But would she have taken it at all if she wasn’t a part of the hollywood beauty industry- one that specifically focuses on what women’s bodies are “supposed” to look like?
@liquidstar i’m afraid taking him somewhere will make it worse… whenever he moves he makes a depressed little cry that sounds a lot like the windows disconnecting noise
You order a package off Amazon. When the Amazon delivery guy shows up to your door, instead of giving you the package you bought, he beats the shit out of you. Then, when he sees that you are not dead yet, he calls all of the Amazon delivery people in the area and they all proceed to beat the shit out of you. Miraculously, you survive. Another miracle: a friend in your neighborhood caught the assault on video. After a month of recovery and extensive hospital bills that you have no idea what to do with, the video has gone viral. You read the comments below. “This is what happens to people who fuck with Amazon!!!” Someone says. “I’ve never been beaten up by Amazon employees, and I’ve been using them all my life!” Someone else comments. Later, you start to see articles popping up about your story. They all mention that when you were 17, your license was revoked for reckless driving. In a Facebook post on your mom’s feed, someone is going on a rant about how not all Amazon delivery guys are bad, and that if you look really close, the “bad” ones are just stressed out. Your name is trending on Twitter. Jeff Bezos films a response to your attack, denouncing the video of you getting beaten to within an inch of your life by his employees as becoming “a symbol of hate towards Amazon.” The people who attacked you still deliver packages around your neighborhood. You saw one of them just yesterday as you were watering your plants. You still can’t pay your hospital bills. Your phone dings- Twitter again. “Maybe if you didn’t order from Amazon,” someone pipes up, “this wouldn’t have happened!”
You order a package off Amazon. When the Amazon delivery guy shows up to your door, instead of giving you the package you bought, he beats the shit out of you. Then, when he sees that you are not dead yet, he calls all of the Amazon delivery people in the area and they all proceed to beat the shit out of you. Miraculously, you survive. Another miracle: a friend in your neighborhood caught the assault on video. After a month of recovery and extensive hospital bills that you have no idea what to do with, the video has gone viral. You read the comments below. “This is what happens to people who fuck with Amazon!!!” Someone says. “I’ve never been beaten up by Amazon employees, and I’ve been using them all my life!” Someone else comments. Later, you start to see articles popping up about your story. They all mention that when you were 17, your license was revoked for reckless driving. In a Facebook post on your mom’s feed, someone is going on a rant about how not all Amazon delivery guys are bad, and that if you look really close, the “bad” ones are just stressed out. Your name is trending on Twitter. Jeff Bezos films a response to your attack, denouncing the video of you getting beaten to within an inch of your life by his employees as becoming “a symbol of hate towards Amazon.” The people who attacked you still deliver packages around your neighborhood. You saw one of them just yesterday as you were watering your plants. You still can’t pay your hospital bills. Your phone dings- Twitter again. “Maybe if you didn’t order from Amazon,” someone pipes up, “this wouldn’t have happened!”
