13 6 / 2014
you know what we need? we need queer romcoms. we don’t need any more sad lifetime movies about queers who end up dead or heartbroken. we don’t need any more real life stories. we need queer romcoms.
- ladies falling in love after they stumble against each other on the subway.
- guys who work for opposite companies and bicker at the meetings until one of them kisses the other.
- a trans lady bartender who always ends up having deep philosophical chats with a drunk girl who gets dumped every week by a different person.
- an asexual journalist falling in love with the football player xie interviews every week after the matches, and having cute make outs and a lot of awkwardness around the ace thing with the fight and the ridiculous gesture of love and the make up.
- happy fluffy endings after a lot of dumb cute shit happening.
- queer rom coms !!!
13 6 / 2014
what if someone had a blue whale patronus omg
like this tiny witch with these dementors rushing at her and she shouts EXPECTO PATRONUM and this huge thing starts coming out of her wand and then just keeps coming and then there’s like a fucking giant spectral white whale the size of two school buses swimming around in the air, chasing the dementors off, banking around to the side to pick off some others, making cool creaking-ship whale song noises, causing a strong wind just by its movements
like can you imagine this thing in like hbp when the dementors attack in little whinging? like zipping around a suburban street, so big its fins go through garages and fences when it dips low enough for its belly to drag on the ground?
and then when it’s done it ducks back down and just kind of gently bumps her hand with its head while the rest of it just curves hugely up into the air and kind of floats there like
omg that that would be so cool i just made myself sad thinking about it because i’m not a witch with a giant blue whale patronus :(
13 6 / 2014
"You weren’t the first page of
My book, But since coming
Into it, I’d be damned if you
Weren’t on every page, In
Every sentence, Until the very
13 6 / 2014
"A poetry that tried energetically to occupy the commons of sensation and desire might aim at least to interrogate, and sometimes, where it can do so to true communist purpose, to defy, every form and instance of deadening proscription and disallowance that would confine it to the use of compulsory or approved techniques, compulsory or approved trivialisations of technique, compulsory or approved evacuations of technique, and their common use value. The legal advice that you can’t do x, y, or z any more (rhyme, use your own voice, write about experience, etc.) because art history has long since advanced beyond them (out the alphabet and by means of upward mobility into space) is thoroughly harmonious with the spirit of capital and with the mentality of its career-savvy managers, who are likewise corporately on the lifelong lookout for efficiencies in best poetic practice. Poetry can be theoretical, musical, conceptual, nonsensical, clamorous, abstract, tender, rageful, confessional, formally complex, suspicious of pronouns and determined to risk their use, erotic, satirical, timid, rational and delirious all at once, not because it is an ideal plateau of already free and unenclosed expression, or a virtual world beyond the impediments, suffering and division of labour in which we get our reward by entering into the joy of possessive freedom, but because it is a perpetual exertion of imagination and of desire: the subject at full stretch."