Here, Let me help you expand your music taste
If you listen to: Metal, Emo, Post hardcore, Ska, Pop punk, Alternative rock, or the bands Mr. Bungle, Millionares, or Ado
I recommend listening to: a mental health expert
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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happy not english for christmas to all those who celebrate!
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how hasn't anyone posted about this years glorious bugsnax april fools announcement on tumblr...
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After careful thought...
I am now convinced RVB is, in a nutshell at its core, two twenty year long dimetric slowburn romance tropes comprised of viewing each from the lens of 'I'd die for you/I'd live for you' while accounting for the repercussions of those choices on the lives of those around them while also examining at the same time the 'Inability to let go/ever start' and how it ultimately locks your mind in a perpetual state of 'What if?' without taking the risk of DOING all by asking the simple fucking question
Ever wonder why we're here?
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Seeing people fangirl about Alex Turner on other platforms just seems... off to me (I'm sorry)
But like.... He belongs to Miles Kane first.
Himself second.
The Tumblr Girlies* third
It's simple.
*Girlies meant in an ungendered way
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Once I'm gone
Once i'm gone, if you wish to know a little more about me, you may read the books i've left behind. In them you'll find all the lives i've lived and all the characters i've known. You may find my mind in the form of my annotations, you may find my heart in the form of all the characters i've loved, you may find my happiness in the form of all the adventures and feelings those books hold, and you may find me in there too, because those books made me who i am, taught me what i know and shaped me into the person you know.
So once i'm gone, look for me in my other lives, look for me in my books. You'll find me there, reliving all my adventures in the form of memory. Because i've left a little bit of myself in every book i've ever read and i created a little bit of who i am with each one of those books as well.
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Been playing Mario and Luigi Super Star Saga on NSO. Why does no one talk about her
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