fellas is it gay to think that your neighbor’s poem about the death of his daughter is really about you, the deposed king of zembla, and the stories you regaled him with about your homeland
if i was the dead wife in a male protagonist’s tragic backstory my dead wife hazy memory montage would be me laughing while scrolling my own tumblr blog
hate when I finish a really brutal movie that shakes me to my core and then I can’t even recommend it to people. like it’s incredible and everyone should see it but also I have to slap 3,000 warnings on it and tell you you’re gonna feel like shit
maybe it’s an unpopular opinion and I’m not saying to watch media that will trigger you on purpose obviously but I think people need to be okay with movies that make them uncomfortable sometimes. it’s good to feel like shit now and then. the beauty and horror and poignancy of the human experience shouldn’t always be watered down and neatly tied up into a palatable package. something that disturbs you can also move you. it can change you. growth is often uncomfortable. there are so many masterpieces that might profoundly affect you that you’ll miss if you only look to movies for pure entertainment and nothing else
this is my 19th century dandy mutual this is my bob dylan impersonator mutual this is my 70s glam rock substance abuse mutual this is my mutual archiving problematic drag films mutual this is my disembodied southern gothic phantom mutual and that’s my unemployed friend who collects novelty mp3 players mutual
