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it's okay i guess....i've only ever used the benchtop model myself, but i respect the majesty of Big Magnet and would like to see it some day

really beautiful rich purple color in solution, but i did have a Mishap with it one time and had a panic response towards the color magenta for like a week.

molecules--if you know how to talk to them--are happy to tell you all about themselves

i worked at a Kung Fu Tea for the entirety of my college career and i have nothing but contempt for the consumer culture surrounding boba. that being said, a plain milk tea with HALF SUGAR and brown sugar bubbles is a nice treat.

a couple years ago i visited my sister in Louisiana. from her attic, she revealed a stockpile of old family keepsakes, one of which was my mother's wedding dress from when she was her first husband's bride, to whom i have no relation. trying it on made me (male) realize that i desperately wanted to be a bride. though i fear that such a thing is not possible in this lifetime, i still dream of donning that dress as an apocryphal bride in some sort of faggy wedding.

so raw and potent in its sentimentality. held personal meaning that i've since abandoned, but it's still a powerful song!

spellbinding.

Kelela's voice is simply phenomenal. gorgeous instrumentation. the fact that it's a live album gives it a bit of extra charm.

such a good time. Kurt Russell in this movie is the Sexiest Man Alive, and the rest of the cast is quite nice as well (yes, I have a taste for older men). and i'm not saying anything new with this but the practical effects are superb.

i'm a bit of a Fake Fan (i mostly listen to ambient works + unreleased stuff on yt) but holy shit he's so good at creating such visceral, TEXTURED sounds.

strange and captivating and tragic. i'm due for a reread

my first exposure to mishima (had to read it for high school?) and it's definitely my least favorite of his works. it's also his most explicitly fascist so go figure.

beautiful manic faggotry

don't think i've ever successfully quit her for longer than 3 months.

love asking for these in a slurred fagcent. bartender knows i'm gonna be an amped-up nuisance for the rest of the evening.

shocked at how dreadful it was. for a movie so insistent on its earnestness, it was very prone to whinging, self-flagellating millennial cheesiness. what the fuck is a "raccacoonie" ? also LOL at anyone acting like this was some sort of diaspora commentary that was *simply impenetrable* to the average moviegoer; it was co-directed by a "Daniel Scheinert" for chrissakes.

another album i'd like to leave this earth listening to.

i'm dogass at this game but god does it feel great to get together some friends who are also dogass at this game and just bathe in the sheer Sauce and Aura of the soundtrack and spritework and everything else.

stock's pound cake and a cup of black coffee. enough said.

beautiful and life-affirming. Hana is one of the most thoughtful and *real* depictions of a trans woman i've ever seen on screen. can't help but identifying with her, trying to find those moments of humor and quiet dignity within myself.

VALERIE cannot be understood without playing this game. not even a massive FF fan but this was a pivotal childhood experience. gorgeous spriting. strange and wonderful and whimsical and it all impressed upon me at the perfect age.

just a deliciously dreary and miserable comedy about people who cannot make themselves happy.

i have decided that i will pass away to this album if it can be arranged. i lead a very mundane life and one of my fondest memories is getting high on painkillers after finishing my Bachelor's and listening to this on cd for the first time. feels like you're being bathed in peroxide, like you're returning to the universe.

never had a red velvet cake that was better than a regular ol' chocolate cake