Alright was no one going to tell me that in the middle of the Nevada desert is an old cemetery that contains the bodies of a bunch of miners who died in a fire and next door is a haunted clown motel
Why are we still setting horror movies in generic Victorian houses in the woods when this is a real place in the world
if I don't listen to music every day I disappear
(honk at pretty lady on the sidewalk) hey đ wanna see me drive straight into that brick wall
Little Angel and their Sunshine Boyâ¨
Heâs been gone for years
But so have you. The scent of his mint gum and cigarettes in the jacket you stole faded away a long time ago.
Someone introduces him to a podcast, laying in his bed at night, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling, it makes him start to feel like a person again.
Making the podcast makes you feel like a person again too.
Neither of you know youâre less than ten miles apart, staring at your own star strewn ceilings, connected by a voice in the ether he no longer recognizes.
I thought it was interesting and kinda fun that Iâm working on Caroâs story via The Mil-Liminal Podcast, and Sullyâs story, Creaky (a graphic novel), at the same time, both are stories about life going on without each other, coming of age, and learning to exist around grief and loss. They have no idea how close they still are.
I couldn't resist
romance is a social construct.
the only reason cops are at pride now is to intimidate gay people into not making it a riot again and i will stand by that fact until the day i die
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no more all star casts. âmotion pictureâ starring âsome cunt youâve never heard ofâ coming to theatres soon
Iâve said this before and Iâll say it again but it is absolutely an example of civilizational inadequacy that only deaf people know ASL
âoh we shouldnât teach children this language, it will only come in handy if they [checks notes] ever have to talk in a situation where itâs noisy or they need to be quietâ