Hitchcock Blondes
North by Northwest (1959) dir. Alfred Hitchcock
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You know that advert before most Pixar films of the birds sat on the telephone wire? Yeah well I just realised how deep that advert really is, the little Birds make fun of the big bird and move away when he tries to sit near them but when he finally sits near them they laugh and gossip. Until finally they start plucking at the birds claws until he falls off. So basically the moral of the story is even if you do fall down after what the others may say to you they will be the ones who end up loosing their feathers (popularity in the human world) and you will get the last laugh😂
so last week I was walking downtown and a girl leaned out her car window and yelled “YOU LOOK LIKE A PRINCESS” and today a girl walked past me on the sidewalk and said “I love your socks” (they have birds on them) and I suggest we replace all cat-calling with girls complimenting each other on the street because honestly I have never felt more pretty or into girls in my goddamn life
Catcalling is a compliment when women do it
no, complimenting isn’t catcallng because it’s actually trying to make the person happy as opposed to deliberately harassing someone as a power trip
one of the best moments of my life was biking past this group of late-teens girls and one yelling “I LIKE YOUR BIKE,” and i smiled and waved, and another yells after me “and you’re pretty!”
women supporting other women is pure and will always be a good thing; men harassing people because they feed off of asserting dominance over people without power will always be trash
If men want to yell things like your socks are cool and I love your hair, that would be well appreciated. But instead they’ll just bark at me from their cars.
Ask yourself: what’s good about this moment right now? Is the sun out? Can you hear birds? Are you drinking coffee? Can you smell freshly cut grass? Is your bed soft and warm? These little things are oh so precious and yet seem so arbitrary.
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trying to prove a point to birds
Core four poems
Stan you’re a coward.
Your hobby is dumb.
he isn’t brave.
the stupid Jew.
You should be proud of your heritage,
and we think your birds a cool.
We all think you’re very brave,
there is so much you are able to do.
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Beep beep Richie
you’re talking too much.
Shut up Richie
you’re being too loud
You stood up to IT
and saved our leader.
We love you Richie, we’re proud.
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Eddie with asthma.
The fragile boy.
All his pills are placebos.
Loser to lover
stands up to his mom
“All my pills are gazebos!”
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Bill with the stutter,
who lost his brother,
Bill is a very sad soul.
But with the help and the love
of the losers club
IT does not know the power he holds.
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
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