I Don't Want To Die, I Just Don't Want This Life.

wakatoshi, trying to compliment tendou but also having no idea what to compliment him on: "your eyelashes are pretty"

tendou, as mentally ill as ever and oblivious to the fact that his crush on wakatoshi is reciprocated: "yeah thanks it's the tears from crying myself to sleep ;)"

tendou and ushijima feel like a bonded pair of cats

“are you seeing anyone” you mean like a hallucination??

I love doodling

as much as I love Ushiten as like... "Ushijima doesnt process/is unphased by Tendou's weirdness" i think its MUCH BETTER to consider that Tendou is just Ushijima's type. Like its not a "i dont see why people would call you freaky" situation but rather a "FINALLY someone freaky and fucked up time to make him my husband."

Saltburn is not a film about class, right? at least, not really. like. Oliver is well off. maybe not living in Downton Abbey well off suuuurre, but he is middle to upper-middle class. this is not a movie about the working class sticking it to the wealthy. it's a movie about desire and obsession. it's actually super interesting that it is set in 2006 (or 2005? i can't remember), because what it is exploring is the way that a lot of us interact with people now. we watch them. on our phones. on our screens. we watch their beautiful lives and we obsess over them, and obsess over everything they have that we don't. Venetia in her speech in the bathtub to Oliver talks about how Oliver actually didn't know Felix at all, really just met him, and yet somehow Felix had become the centre of Oliver's whole fucking universe, in a way that i think you can compare to parasocial relationships people have now with celebrities etc. it is a movie that explores how far desire and obsession can go. in like, obviously a very campy way that is super fun and great. but it's not about class. it's the wealthy and the more wealthy eating each other.

it's hilarious being self aware. i'm watching a clown performance, for real.

sometimes it just feels like no one is listening, like i'm saying words and i'm trying to explain how i feel but no one is fucking listening. why won't you just shut up and let me talk. "idk what to do" i literally just fucking told you

patrick bateman voice i have to go save images to my moodboards. on pinterest.

“do you want to talk about it?”

no, i want to kill myself because of it.