I don’t hang out with white dudes who use mustache wax anymore bc it’s only a matter of time b4 they fall in love with me and find out I’m gay and write a song on their…idk..their fuckin harpsichord or banjo or ukulele about the girl from the forest who broke their heart but also they don’t even like hiking
i know this seems oddly specific & that’s bc it is
yeah but like, maybe the road to accepting your body doesn’t always have to lead through finding it beautiful. like, my body has kept me alive for so damn long. it has kept me alive despite all my efforts at self-destruction. despite my casual neglect. it has kept me alive even though i absolutely fucking hated it and viciously bullied it for the majority of my life. it just… persevered. it kept me alive until i reached the point when i don’t really want to die anymore. and it’s still keeping me alive. and i don’t care if it’s beautiful. i care that it’s stubborn. i care that it pushes me to eat when i need food and that it pushes me to sleep when i need rest. i care that it tells me when something is wrong. i care that every single part of it is doing its absolute best, day in and day out, for no one other than me. it simply doesn’t deserve resentment. it doesn’t deserve to be compared and always found lacking. it doesn’t deserve to be punished and criticized for every misstep and every flaw. it deserves gratitude. it deserves patience. and, yes, it deserves love. and love has nothing to do with beauty.
The casting call for Artemis Fowl described him as a boy with a “fun-loving, open heart” so you knew before they even landed their eyes on the first mediocre white person the movie was irretrievably fucked
The casting call described him as what now
last i checked back in 6th grade, artemis was a fuckin dick of a child
“emotional intelligence” artemis fowl literally would rather die than express an emotion
im pretty sure he actually has on multiple occassions
im reblogging this again because i just remembered that artemis fowl hates being a Human Being With Feelings so much that he emotionally and mentally devastated *several* psychologists so badly that they gave up the profession, just because he didn’t want to admit that his father being declared dead and his mother falling into severe untreated mental illness such that she couldn’t recognize him on most days might, maybe, have upset him a little.
I love rereading books because then you start noticing all these little details and hints you missed the first time and it changes your whole perception of the book
i complimented an old lady customer’s little round glasses and she said “why thank you! someone told me they had a ‘steampunk look’. i haven’t been called a punk in a long time, much less a steamy one!” i’m flatlining
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