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what if a PROPHET LESBIAN was giving you the SHROOM WILDERNESS equivalent of MKULTRA and you get so HIGH you become a GIRL and another girl but DEAD hijacks your BRAIN and thinks about LESBIAN ACTIVITIES with the LOCAL TERRORIST literally ALL THE TIME

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j. sullivan

GUYS I AM COOKING I FEAR-

SO. IVE SAID BEFORE. THAT WE NEED HUNGER BY FLORENCE & THE MACHINE IN YELLOWJACKETS. We've already had Free & Dream girl Evil, AND Just a Girl. So. Yellowjackets is no stranger to her music. Anyways, I was listening to the song. Thinking again about how it should totally be in the soundtrack. And I'm listening to the Lyrics "the way you use your body baby come on and work it for me" and I thought awww TaiVan coded-

And then I remembered. That Van is totally gonna die and the end of the season. So allow me to set the scene. Van dies, of whatever cause it may be. And as suspected by many, Tai will cannibalise her. Duh. This is Yellowjackets. But hear me out- Hunger is playing in the background. Its cutting between teen TaiVan probably making out or something. And then to Tai cannibalising Van. Kinda like the banquet scene- IT WOULD BE INSANE- and thats the cliffhanger of the season. Because like, we all know that the adult timeline is totally gonna resort to cannibalism. 100%. We love to see character regression. BUT IMAGINE THAT- WE SEE TEEN TAIVAN BEING ALL SWEET, ADULT TAI CANNIBALISING VAN, AND THAT SONG PLAYING. ABOUT LOVE AND HUNGER AND DESPERATION AND DEVOTION- YELLOWJACKETS PLEASE 🙏🙏

“my hair journey” what journey did you go on. “journey.” that’s no journey. you had shoulder length hair and you grew it out. the word you want is progression. do not bring frodo and odysseus into this discussion.

been feeling a lot like him lately

I can almost hear her say that

Joan Baez performing I Never Will Marry, c. 1958

WARNING!

Just saw Heretic and it is so right about the inherent horror in questioning your beliefs, in the dawning realization that the people you trusted were lying to you (sometimes, intentionally), and that the quest for truth can feel like a slow descent into the pit.

how am i going to get by how am i going to pay for so and so what am i going to do on my spare time so i can enjoy myself will i enjoy my life is it worth it to be alive is it worth it to go to work everyday

Crows

by Mary Oliver

It is January, and there are crows like black flowers on the snow. While I watch, they rise and float toward the frozen pond, they have seen some streak of death on the dark ice. They gather around it and consume everything, the strings and the red music of that nameless body. Then they shout, one hungry, blunt voice echoing another. It begins to rain. Later, it becomes February, and even later, spring returns, a chorus of thousands. They bow, and begin their important music. I recognize the oriole. I recognize the thrush, and the mockingbird. I recognize the business of summer, which is to forge ahead, delicately. So I dip my fingers among the green stems, delicately. I lounge at the edge of the leafing pond, delicately. I scarcely remember the crust of the snow. I scarcely remember the icy dawns and the sun like a lamp without a fuse. I don’t remember the fury of loneliness. I never felt the wind’s drift. I never heard of the struggle between anything and nothing. I never saw the flapping, blood-gulping crows.

OH MY GOD IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED HOLY

boots // rudyard kipling

her loud ass is always screaming 🙄🙄

in the pilot jackie teases shauna abt her “catholic phase” and to that shauna responds that she liked the saints bc she thought they were “so tragic”. in the last ep of s1 during their fight the first insult shauna calls jackie is tragic. she calls her other things too but its so intresting that the first thing she thinks of is tragic. to me thats like a freudian slip. jackie was shaunas saint.

i'm never opening up to people again. btw

Jackie Sabbagh, “Having a Great Time Being Transgender in America Lately”

someday 🐞

Im so obsessed w her I’m ill

Jennifer Jareau the woman you are

Thx @garciailoveyou for the tag!!! My music is a little all over the place.

B: Bonfire by Childish Gabino

O: Ooh La La by Faced

X: X by J Balvin

O: One of Your Girls by Troye Sivan

F: Femininomenon by Chappel Roan

L: Lillies by Ethel Cain

I: I Wish my Baby was Born by The Be Good Tanyas

V: Vroom Vroom by Charli xcx

E: Everywhere Everything by Noah Kahan

S: Sun Bleached Flies by Ethel Cain

@firenati0n @autumnentirely @kimstills

Write out your URL with songs

Tagged by: @cozy-writer (thank u 🫶🏼 I love doing this shit)

SKIN OF MY TEETH - Demi Lovato

Cut - Tori Kelly

All Too Well (10 minute version) - Taylor Swift

Right where you left me - Taylor Swift

LUNCH - Billie Eilish

Espresso - Sabrina Carpenter

Thing u do - Tori Kelly

The Only Exception - Paramore

JOLENE - Beyoncé

EAT ME - Demi Lovato (ft Royal & the Serpent)

Misery Business - Paramore

I Hate It Here - Taylor Swift

L-O-V-E - Nat King Cole

You’re On Your Own, Kid - Taylor Swift

No pressure tags: @unsuub @jareauism @tenaciousarcadeexpert @devrxes @spicybleach @theunholyvirginemilyprentiss

They are definitely my holy trinity.

Journal Page #3

My dream life

Journal Page #2

Joan of Arc rant

Scraps from today

I forgot to post this oops

i sit. i listen to my number one song from spotify wrapped 2023 concorde by black country new road. i think about dead poets society. NO YOU DON’T GET IT BECAUSE YOU LIKE CONCORDE I CAME A GENTLE HILL RACER I WAS BREATHLESS UPON EVERY MOUNTAIN JUST TO LOOK FOR YOUR LIGHT??? BUT FOR LESS THAN A MOMENT WE’D SHARE THE SAME SKY??? AND I’LL COME TO LIKE A CHILD BTW.

“stop traumadumping to your friends tell this to your therapist” my god they paywalled human connection

Art is not my friend right now

I am filled with so much jealousy for other’s art, I am unable to enjoy my own.

Art is not my friend right now.

I can’t come up with anything new. I miss the days where this wasn’t a chore. We aren’t friends right now because I want my art to be something it is not.

Art is not my friend right now. I can’t make my hands create what is in my head.

Art is not my friend right now.

But all I want is for our friendship to return. It may be selfish, I want her to bring me joy. She might be the only one that can. I want to bring her to life, so we can walk hand in hand amongst creation.

Art will be my friend again soon.