At a community theater production of RENT.
us dept of defense announcing that testosterone therapy is now mandatory for cis male servicemembers, meanwhile every trans guy in this country has to crucify himself three times over just to get 1/3 of his testosterone prescription
one of the appeals of language to me is that reading or listening to something in a different language is I think kind of like swapping the qualia of all the colors
Now that everyone is discussing Nolan's Odyssey movie, I feel like it's a good time to let non-Italians know that the production dumped plastic props into the Italian sea. Weirdly enough I could not find any article in English about it but it's a fucking problem nonetheless.
I might translate this article later today. This one was the most complete one, even in Italian news it's not talked about that much.
They dumped plastic skeletons in environmentally protected areas, against the literal contracts they had to sign to get the permits to film in environmentally protected areas. Like they not only did a bad ecological thing that freaked out some divers, they literally broke environmental protection laws and their contract with the Italian government
making a pilgrimage to tumblr & getting conned by a blogger claiming to sell scraps of the shroud of pjackk
AQI 240 (very unhealthy)
i am so sorry but basically every attempt to reconstruct odysseus's "real journey" sounds exactly the same to me as if you'd said "jack the baker's son is said to have walked for a year and a day to reach the house at the back of the wind....but could that have been america?"
last night like 4am I still couldn’t sleep so I wrote a song while tired as death. will probably take this down tomorrow when better judgement sets in.
WOW
If you projected more I would put this on my music library
please refer to mitski.bandcamp.com for songs where i am projecting more
im in love
oh! my face showed up on my dash
I’m losing it🤯🤯 The original A Burning Hill demo right here on tumblr. I feel like I’m looking at a delicate ancient scroll with sacred information or an original painting by a renaissance artist that must be preserved for all that time.
part of being an adult is figuring out what eveyone else's definition of "going crazy" is. to you it is not sleeping for 60 hours, writing 80k words in one sitting and expiriencing enough anxiety to kill a horse. to beth from accounting its buying a ticket to Columbus, Ohio. and to your friend its consuming so much ketamine you lose all of your posessions and wake up with five broken bones in a ditch somewhere and then proceeding to do it again the next day. to your other friend its writing a letter to their favourite actress about how much they appreciate her work. to your neighbour its laughing loudly in a grocery store whilst in pajamas. maya from uni hears the voice of her dead father making jokes with no punchlines and she considers that to be quite normal - to her going crazy would be hearing her husband instead. your downstairs neighbour will take night walks naked sometimes and claim there is nothing weird about him. there are literally no rules to life and all meaning is in the eye of the beholder.











