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"the curtains weren't blue on purpose. why should we care?"

my love! let me ask you this - did you eat breakfast today? this tiny moment in your life. just think about it. did you?

for some of you, the answer is yes and for some of you it is technically and for some of you it is does coffee count. some of you reached for cereal or gmo-free overnight oats or frozen waffles or 3-day-old pizza. sometimes we eat the same thing, every day, for weeks. i get tired of eggs randomly, only to go back to craving them desperately. i'm cuban; i take my coffee like my father showed me, very milky and sweet.

some of us ate in a hurry. some of us hate eating breakfast but if we don't we will get nauseous later. some of us took our meds first or took our meds after. some of us have a kitchen 5 feet wide and sometimes it's the biggest room in the house. some of us are confident there will be food in the pantry and some of us flinch and say well, the paycheck is coming. some of us turn on a podcast while we eat or we scroll our phones or write in our diaries.

some of us are choosing, specifically, not to eat breakfast. some of us are too busy. some of us are pretending we "just forgot," but we are ignoring the warning signs that everything feels too-heavy. some of us are so consumed with anxiety or grief that we can't eat. some of us can't stand up long enough to make our coffee. some of us have no table to sit down and eat.

i cannot tell you what an artist "meant" by their choices. but they did have to make a choice, conscious or otherwise, to give you information. to give you a little bit more light. each of these choices are little stars of data; connecting speckles for you to weave through, drawing a line.

you cannot use a mirror in a dark room. for some of us; we will not care that the curtains are blue, because that will just be a data point and not enough light to see by. for some of us, the blue curtains will be the same as our childhood bedroom. it will make us seasick. for some of us, blue will be the color of frostbite. it might look like a pixel up close; but from a distance, oh! the picture blooms.

i cannot tell you what will stick out for you. what will carry meaning. some of you will read the sentence "i didn't have breakfast today" and say "this means nothing." some of you will read that and say "oh, me neither." some of you will say "this means the character is probably a little grouchy." some of you will say "oh, i wonder if they're okay. why didn't they eat anything?" ... art is a mirror. i am holding hands with you, over space and time, and asking you to feel something with me.

i want you to read my work and find a blue pair of curtains. i want you to read my work and find things in it that i never imagined placing. i have no way of knowing what will resonate with you, that's true. and maybe i just was hungry while i wrote this, and thinking about the eggs in my fridge. but if you found meaning, that meaning is yours. it cannot be erased just because i didn't "intend" it. you created a different world by interpreting my work. it's collaborative! that's beautiful! that's stunning!

just! imagine looking at the night sky and saying - it's stupid to have a favorite constellation or a favorite star. they're just there.

because here's the thing - across centuries and cultures, we look up. we still find meaning in the stars. these beautiful, lovely scattered accidents. are you looking? they call. and we look back and say oh! of course we are!

#havent been around much lately but #this is the most important post on this site

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i got these knockoff boots from this blind dead guy and instead of the brand name on the tag they have the name of an apparently nonexistent movie??? what the fuck

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Talking to people about your characters really is a game changer. You'll start saying things about them you didn't even know you knew.

#i love talking about characters and hearing other people talk about their characters #thats what its all about baybeyyyy

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I don't know man. The playplace should have been demolished, but I think it's better to chew on gum until the flavor is gone than to get bored. Things fade, you know, like plastic in the sun. Half a tube of bright pink PVC turning pink, and white, and thin.

Do you remember the Nick hotel? How the baseboards were cracked? The water park? I never went myself. It's the sort of thing that only exists in red-eyed digital photos that you printed at a Costco.

I wonder where laserdiscs ended up? Like physically, where did they all go? Iridescent sand, bismuth ozymandias. How come the speakers at the mall never worked? How come they always sounded so far away? At least the tile was clean.

Even back then, you knew you were late to something. So many rooms were too big. Not enough people showed up, I guess. I remember my dad telling me that one day TVs would become computers but it ended up the other way around. I never wore holes in my clothes, I had to buy new ones so often. He told me one day they would come in cans, you could paint a TV on the wall. Wouldn't that be something.

I met a girl at the park once who was just like me. I had snuck my Nintendo DS out in the pocket of my hoodie. Hers was silver, mine was a shade of red you don't see much anymore. We played Mario Kart under the slide where our parents couldn't see. I never saw her again. I can't think about her.

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hate when people are just like “cut out tea and coffee” like it’s nothing like it’s not the biggest sacrifice you can ask of a person i’d rather sell my family and friends to the devil mephistopheles than renounce warm caffeinated beverages be serious

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Twitter: currently literally burning to the ground

Tumblr: currently collectively hallucinating a 1970s mafia film with heavy homoerotic undertones

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The Goncharov meme isn’t so much impenetrable to outsiders as it is indistinguishable from business as usual. Goncharov shitposts sound exactly like how film nerds actually sound when discussing a real film which they have not seen, but do not wish to admit they have not seen, so from the uninvolved perspective nothing has changed.

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feel like this mocking of 2012 cringe tumblr hits different for those of us who were there. to my younger followers: it really was like that.

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Did you hear that they are replacing websites and social mead with a lovely dim sum meal with all your friends twice a year

#thank fucking god

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They have DVD copies of All or Nothing in this SCP facility

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there was nothing like overwatch summer of 2016… nothing…..

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*keeps my cards close to my chest but they're all facing the wrong way so everyone can see them anyway*

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Professor Layton is such a, such an odd protagonist, to actually get popular.

He’s just this soft-spoken, middle-aged professor who strives to be as polite as possible at all times and he wants other people to be as polite as possible, even at his shoutiest he doesn’t really raise his voice or get, like, super enraged or heated or anything, he doesn’t ever seem to lose his cool, I guess.

He’s just, such a purely nice guy, and is so straightforward with how nice he is, like I don’t know if there’s any other protagonists from anything that is the way Professor Layton is what the fuck,

it feels like a genuinely miracle that these games got popular, and I suppose, it’s on the strength of the puzzles and mystery and stuff, but still, the fact that Professor Layton is a widely known name, it fucking baffles me. What did we do to deserve Professor Layton?