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Martin Scorsese, to the New York Times, after they published an article shortly after Federico Fellini passed away calling his movies- and other 'foreign' movies of the same ilk- 'hard work'

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I think we as a society need to be pushing for a more realistic and sympathetic wide spread analysis of Holden Caulfield. Everyone thinks he’s either some profound intellectual or is just some whiny kid. Holden was emotionally neglected, and it was implied the teacher that he’d trusted SA’d him. That kid wanted to help and protect other kids from the harshness of the world. He was a CHILD. He was whiny because he was a teenager but he had every right to be jaded and hate the world, but he still held out hope that kids could be protected from the harsh reality out there. He was a BABY. He didn’t know where the ducks in central park went when the water froze over. He hired a prostitute and spent the whole night talking to her. He needed someone to protect him. Catcher In The Rye is about a kid that the every adult in his life failed. Throwing money at a kid and offering them no warmth breaks them. Holden was a spoiled bratty kid, but he was just that. A KID. He needed someone to look after him.

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Spent the day with my boyfriend, @blindrapture, his tags are way better than mine >W< We posed like author photos you get at the back of novels :)

new pictures of blindrapture and @springtimebat just dropped

#us #me #and him #the united states of us #hes so pretty #selfies the endless obsession

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YIPPEE YAHOO TRANS PEOPLE RISE UP!!!!!

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Grad school is lying to you. You can indulge fixations on obscure topics on your own time. You can sit in a library color-coding notes on articles printed from JSTOR for free. You can argue with dead philosophers in essay format whenever you like. Academia is a state of mind.

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Pit Angels (A Poem)

I am the dark pit 

I suck and swallow and chew

Building my victims flesh graves

And digesting them (Body and soul) along with the frosty morning dew

Hollow bones are angel wings

Spiraling

Towards an unending heaven strip of sky 

An unblinking sun stares 

But I want my own stretch of sky 

Perhaps I can be free 

As others watch me through the looking glass

Cracked and old as it is

Mechanical unicorns (my pit, my angel wings)

Break into my house

And hold my head inside the oven

To burn 

To boil

Transform into universal fluid

Interpersonal mud

An illusion of a face; rotten, backward,

All red orifices and pungent flesh

We are mortal 

Mechanical unicorns are not

With every step

Worms thrash 

They grasp at the soles of my feet

Attach to my flesh

Until I am a skin suit for a family

I wallow in the pain

Piercing the hollow holes

Where my eyes were poked out 

I am swamp-swallowed

A ghost town, a parking lot

Endless walls in strip malls

The natural place for fear

When you just give in to its thrumming air

The consequences of colours 

And the paper static of the rain

#poetry #my poem #creative writing #my writing #cryptidcore #oddcore #weirdcore #based on a surreal dream #american gothic #monsters #nature #introspection #southern gothic #body horror #surreal horror #surreal dread

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My First Job (A Poem)

Years ago I ran away

Camped out on Twenty-Second Street

Made a new nest in the North Ridge Film Archive

Got my first job there

Lighting candles as historians worked at their computers

I cleaned the screens when they returned home

I held no longing, no desire to walk the thirty blocks back

To my parents’ house

Because I thought to myself 

Staring at tapestries and sculptures

I soon would be a researcher too

A delusion, my parents said

Now a living, working reality

I would say aloud in empty halls

As my candles went out all around me

#creative writing #my poem #poetry #american gothic #short poetry #introspection #based on a dream #and starting a new job #weirdcore #oddcore #surreal #abstract #wes anderson inspired

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Asylum Sucker Punch (A Poem)

You are held and you breathe

Pigs fly

Both grow sick on the examination table

Writhe along with your little love sores

Love is a crime

We’re all suffering in the light 

Down here

Trying to hold onto our wings 

In our deep madhouses

Our own corpse cradles

Gluttonous, fleshy

We zip, we zap

Hot on the doctor’s examination table

Until our hearts switch off

And the nurses make their rounds

Hang our brains up on concrete walls

Alta Mira 

Everyone

Alta Mira 

#creative writing #poetry #my poetry #weirdcore #oddcore #cryptidcore #my writing #american gothic #mental health #body horror #introspection #based on a dream #surreal #surrealism #abstract #an experiment

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My Burial Plot (A Poem)

Living in a town as small as ours

Means that all you can expect from life 

Is a hasty burial hosted by the sea

You look forward to floating thoughtlessly

Slumber on a bed of dying coral wreaths

Pecked by underground fishes

Me? I want a sky casket

I wish to float upwards 

To space, shifting into that invisible light

Forming a fist in mid-air

I want to ghost around town

Punching you out of your skin in mid-July

As I soar around buildings

I want to peek through others 

I want to die like they do in pictures

Holden says he will die on a barb-wire fence

As the sky bruises over 

Plum purples, apricot oranges, and a cheese moon

Float in and out of our corpse cradle

His eyes will glaze over, crack under harsh light

Marbles stuck to bloated flesh

His life will go out then and refuse to reignite 

While mine will vanish to dark alleyways 

#poetry #my poem #creative writing #cryptidcore #weirdcore #oddcore #american gothic #southern gothic #small town gothic #small town horror #nature #my writing #childhood #nostalgia #I'm writing again

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somehow I got 95/20 on an assignment

I hope they never fix it and leave it this way forever

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The War of the Worlds - art by Edward Gorey (1960)

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i’m bitches

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Diary of a Wimpy Kid dir. Thor Freudenthal

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Chulip (2002)

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Haunted house guide for the autumnal season 🍂

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as an asthmatic I’m extremely grateful not to have been born american because healthcare

but I’m also just in love with americana in all its forms

southern gothic? love it

midwestern shit? midwestern FIT

those random towns in the desert that look like they get visited by UFO’s and little grey men on the reg? kindly fuck me directly in the ass

suburbs? love em

regular urbs? they’re cool too

if there’s such a thing as a weeaboo for the states then I’m it