Fidèle (May 2003–January 2016), a Belgian yellow Labrador Retriever, made famous due to his habit of sleeping on a windowsill facing the Groenerei canal in Bruges, Belgium.
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op heard there were two different pronunciations of a famous dutch impressionist painter’s last name and never settled on which pronunciation to use but gogh gogh i guess
everyone log off bcus absolutely none of u will want to hear what i have to say next
shrek is an inherently lesbian narrative
elaborate
u grow up persecuted & are told that who u are is ugly dirty & wrong and u hold ppl at a distance bcus of it. u build a life of dedicated solitude and struggle to find a place in any community even a community of marginalized outsiders bcus ur so used to loneliness, but u still feel kinship with them under everything. u meet a girl who u think is beautiful and right and it turns out shes both those things but shes also like u and that could be a good thing. donkey and shreks friendship is obviously gay/lesbian solidarity
also like when he sits down to the dinner for one plus martini & candle? dykery
i can literally keep going. how he only finds public acceptance through making himself entertainment (see hannah gadsbys nanette for more). how his anthem is a joan jett song. u all thought this was a joke but i dont play around
I can tell that you believe in yourself. But do you believe in love? Because if you really believe in love, then fucking BELIEVE IN LOVE full stop. Don’t say “I believe in love but I’m afraid it won’t find me!” Don’t repeat “WHY DO I HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS?” until your torture becomes a religion. That is not believing in love. Don’t say “I believed in love and then this worthless biology-fearing BOGO robbed me of that belief!” Belief that can be stolen from you IS NOT REAL BELIEF.
…My point is: Be a true believer. You believe in yourself but you don’t believe in this world, and you must yield to reality, yield to the glory of daily disappointments, yield to a universe of flaws, swimming around your face like mosquitoes, like period blood, like germs. I don’t know that you’re an introvert so much as someone who is resistant to reality. You like to keep things safe and clean, and that seems easier in a vacuum. You’re incredibly sensitive, so you’re sometimes easily depressed by clumsiness and ignorance and script fonts that blare about “First day feels!” You can love yourself and love your time alone, but eventually it’s time to take your circus on the road and share it with the world. It’s time to CELEBRATE the way you are instead of staying protected from the real world and then feeling hurt by it.
Because of course you’re going to meet millions of terrible people. That is reality. That is being alive, full stop. It doesn’t have to crush your spirit to recognize that. You can have a sense of humor about it. Stop hanging up locker chandeliers and fucking own the truth: You want more. You will not settle for less. You believe in love, you believe that you will find love, you are determined to stay open and find love. CELEBRATE THAT. And also? You do want to have a baby. CELEBRATE IT, CELEBRATE IT, CELEBRATE. Own your faith. Own your vision.
If you want to find love, you can’t try to seem cooler than you really are. Love doesn’t honor that kind of marketing effort. It’s OKAY to talk about how absurdly bad your dating experiences have been lately. THIS IS REALITY. There are good men, good women, good people in the world. True love is always possible. But you have to believe in it. When you believe, truly believe, you won’t be overcome by loneliness and longing.
…“Why is this so hard?” you ask me. It’s hard because that’s reality. The world is filled with people you do not want to fuck or marry, and you’re going to have to meet some of them. It’s hard, but it doesn’t have to torture you. Stop trying to fight reality. Your struggles today are good for you; they’ll strengthen your faith in yourself and your faith in the love that you WILL eventually find.
You will find it. People who believe in life-changing love are the ones who find it. Keep believing. You can embrace reality and keep believing. You can honor death and keep living. Say this to yourself: I will believe in love until the sky falls. This is how I choose to live. When I believe, the stars shine more brightly, the birds sing together in chorus. Fuck the BOGOs. Love will come to me in time. My job is to be patient, to try to take the obstacles in my path less seriously, and to savor the sweet, sad wonders of this day.
that whole column is really just an extended version of “AS THE IMAGE OF MYSELF BECOMES SHARPER IN MY BRAIN AND MORE PRECIOUS I FEEL LESS AFRAID THAT SOMEONE ELSE WILL ERASE ME BY DENYING ME LOVE” – JENNY SLATE
take time to figure it out 