Lrs35 - Crying About Fictional Characters

i have never successfully articulated anything ever but i got very close, once

some articles i enjoyed recently (faves are bolded) 

the genesis of blame, london review of books

the narcissism of queer influencer activists, gawker

there’s no moral imperative to be miserable, james greig

the cult of the imperfect, umberto eco

susanna clarke’s world of interiors, the new yorker

your camera roll contains a masterpiece, the new yorker

are you a baby? a litmus test, haley nahman on substack

prestige television and the moral life, article & podcast ep

how tv became respectable without getting better, current affairs

the cultural revisionism history, gawker

have we forgotten how to read critically?, dame magazine

found images, real life mag

nostalgia for nostalgia, real life mag

on internet & technology

google search is dying, dkb on substack

what lies beneath, real life mag

how the tiktok algorithm figures out your deepest desires, the wall street journal

the great offline, real life mag

nameless feeling, real life mag

i’m not there, real life mag

the moments in between

the humanity of the AIDS crisis: the ward by gideon mendel

colorized by me

a list of things remus lupin is good at:

finding people to purchase pot from

falling asleep with little or no warning, sometimes in the middle of class or conversations

never brushing his hair

smacking people in the face with his elbows when he’s excited about a story he’s telling

making bacon sandwiches

wearing mismatched socks

remembering in which old book he can find very obscure spells or pieces of information

giving head

making terrible puns and cackling at them even when nobody else in the entire world thinks they’re funny

winning arguments when he’s stoned

being emotionally masochistic and overdramatic inside his head but never telling anyone else about his problems

not holding children even when asked to pick them up

making lists that he throws away ten minutes later

you really just have to say 'it is what it is' and move on. like. completely move on. focus on what's important but also just have a nice life. play with your pet, go outside with someone somewhere, see a movie in theaters or borrow/buy a book, sit in the sunlight, get a plant, get a recipe, wear a fragrance, dance, talk to ppl, do pilates/sports/walking/swimming/biking, go somewhere new, start a casual or compelling project, compliment a stranger genuinely, call someone, drive for a while. remember that you're here. you're important because you're alive and that's enough

i just think they are always on the kitchen floor you know what i mean. like they’ve lived in this shoebox flat two months now but can’t be fucked to buy any furniture all they’ve got is a scratchy red sofa and some bookshelves and as a table they’re using a flipped-over cardboard box that’s got peeling tape and ‘records books other shit’ written on the side in blue marker it’s waterlogged and has mug rings on both sides and that’s all they have so they’re just sitting on the kitchen floor sleep-rumpled in pjs eating their toast in the morning and sitting on the kitchen floor in silence after moons and missions covered w dirt and blood and bruises and some nights they’re sitting on the kitchen floor passing a bottle of cheap liquor between them and they’re laughing and listening to records and sharing a joint and the window is open w a breeze coming through and also sometimes they’re sitting on the kitchen floor eating cereal in the middle of the night w their knees touching sneaking little glances at each other and other times they are fucking on that kitchen floor and other other times they are just quietly saying i love you. on the kitchen floor.

“I got thinking about the window seat: how special it is and how it can be taken for granted. These expansive views can be very humbling. Everyone is fascinated by flight, and for now airplaines are how we get to experience it. At some point on each flight I’ve been on, I think about sitting in a chair in the sky, and it seems crazy every time.” - Jim Darling on his ‘Airplane Window’ series 

i love codependent relationships in fiction i love watching two messy people unforgivably in love with each other shatter the world around them i love seeing interpretations of love as a cosmic disastrous redemptive force i love watching love consume people whole i love looking at romantic relationships and going "oh that is so fucked up! good for them"