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We picked up where we had left off  and it was like we never stopped

5 favourite Youtube Documentaries

Because I like making lists.

This isn’t “Documentaries that have been illegally posted on youtube.” this is “video essays people have made specifically FOR youtube but have cinematography and research and editing to categorise them more as “documentaries” rather than just “Video Essay” (I adore video essays as they make up 80% of what I watch on youtube, but they’ll get their own list at some point)

ANYWAY! With all those quantifiers out of the way, in no order;

1: “Mystifying UFO Cases” - LEMMiNO A skeptic youtuber decides to research documented UFO cases and finds a handful of them are at this point impossible to properly explain or rationalise

2: POLYBIUS: The Video Game That Doesn’t Exist - Ahoy Using investigative journalism, Ahoy tracks down the source of the urban legend of the ‘Polybius’ arcade cabinet. A rumoured video game said to have appeared in the late 70s in certain American arcades and induce migraines, insomnia, paranoia and other symptoms similar to the effects of LSD.

3: The Impact of Akira: The Film that Changed Everything - Supereyepatchwolf SuperEyepatchwolf discusses the anime scene of the late 80s, Japan’s painful history during WWII, and the economic situation of the country at this time, all of which lead to the creation of the film version of Akira, and how the movie’s short theatrical run in America opened the doors for the west to start importing anime

4: Down the Rabbit Hole: Henry Darger - Fredrick Knudsen Fredrick presents a documentary about the artist Henry Darger, who throughout the course of his life, every day, wrote about the lives of 7 fictional young girls, complete with elaborate paintings, tracings and collages, all of which was only discovered when he was admitted to hospital in at the age of 81. His writing eventually measured up to 15 145 pages over 13 different volumes. At 250 words a page on average, the story is thought to be 3,786,250 words long and is often thought to be the longest story ever written. (It’s difficult to be absolutely sure as no-one has managed to read the entire work on their own)

5: A Journey Through ‘Rule of Rose’ - Ragnarox A documentary of the often forgotten video game Rule of Rose. Despite its cult status, the game is rarely talked about. Ragnarox explores the game in detail, including its themes of politics and social castes, child abuse, psychological trauma, homosexuality and deep visual symbolism. Content Warning for obvious reasons.

(if you like my long essay length posts and stuff consider buying me a coffee)

Found this reddit post. This kinda makes me feel better. And it’s something I think about sometimes because I always feel like regardless of how hard I work on something I don’t get anywhere.

Trying to fall in love is like trying to make your heart beat backwards. It can’t be done. I am already what you are. And so we don’t fall in love; we simply notice that we are in love already, and always have been. We don’t fall in love; it is the ‘we’, the ‘me’ and the ‘you’, the ‘inbetween’, that falls away in love, revealing the intimacy of our own absence. We are all so deeply in love that we don’t realise it.

Jeff Foster (via lazyyogi)

Dreamed I was swimming with fish, then I jumped out of the water and flew with the birds, then I fell and turned into a rock, then I grew into a tree.

anyone who told you much ado about nothing is good and worth watching was RIGHT and you should listen to them

just learned that magnolias are so old that they’re pollinated by beetles because they existed before bees

Yesss, beautiful, so beautiful! I love this dearly. <3 <3 <3

Kingcup - Youth, innocence, dawn - Bog/Dawn :3

There’s abrightness about her that pulls, likethe lure of the sun’s first warmth after a cold winter. And there’s frost inhis veins and frost on his bones but one note of her song and he’s lost, lostall over again, drawn and held and wrapped in an innocence that hasn’t touchedhis kingdom in long years. She thaws the cold, melts the clinging frost, and for all his attempts, for all his preventive measures he can’t help it (can’t help falling, tumbling, crashing, helpless once again, how did this happen, how did he let this happen?)

He’s old,gnarled and dark where she’s a new sprig, a pale, rosy morn, and it’s not right, it’snot natural. It’s the potion thatmakes her eyes curve the way they do, with a pleasure the sight of him shouldn’tpossibly be able to evoke in anyone. But in thedark he can pretend, just for a moment, that she sings with sincerity; that thesmall, delicate hands reaching for his do so with a desire beyond thewhims of a magic potion.

It’s not thetruth, but then the truth has always hurt him. This is better. She is better, more so than he could ever hope to be, and so he keeps her, this bright sundrop; keeps her in the dark and keeps her for himself, andpretends that her light is meant for him.