Heliotrope

[patrickjoust]

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Mamiya C330 S and Sekor 80mm f/2.8

Fujichrome T64

[abalpaca]

Eek

Can I eat with my hands? Does it bother you?

I hope you left your shoes out, you’d get mud all over the place

I know I did, I used the poorly built sidewalk and now my soles are covered in shit stains and rat carcass.

I’ve come from distant lands, this hurts, that hurts, that’s permanently damaged and oh you’re like unpeeled cabbage. You said “well I’m hiding the stab on the back” I said “show me!” instead you eek Eek eEk eeK it made my neck crack- unconsented was a kiss on the cheek, guess that’s when I’m supposed to eek BUT OH my god what would my mum think?!

It’s ok, my complexion hid the red, my skin’s got shades of the same colour you’d call a painting, truth is I ran out and made do with duller

oh but you don’t see colour and that deserves a standing ovation, but I’m colour blind? Ugh eek.

I’ve eaten so much bread this week, I might have a yeast infection.

You ask “why does your t-shirt say that?” it’s third world material oh but wouldn’t that be a great slogan? you eek eek eek eEk

Remember when you stepped on a book and I EEKED but now I use books as a ladder for my feet, how weak

Can I eat with my hands? Does it bother you? Ah no I don't eat meat, don't worry it wasn’t my choice, my religion insists.

The curry didn’t seep into the sabzi this time, I bought a bowl. I didn’t need to wash my hands this time, you gave me a spoon,

but it snagged my lip.

[abalpaca]

[abalpaca]

[julykings]

from Tiny Beautiful Things, adapted for the stage by Nia Vardalos. 

[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

Oh to live a Pinterest-worthy lifestyle

[zabadi]

you have no idea how good i am at frying eggs. i make a fried egg that would kill you where you stood. my fried eggs are a REVELATION. im eating 3 right now and im on the fucking moon

[abalpaca]

I WILL LITERALLY HOLD U BY THE COLLAR AND OVERSTATE THE SIGNIFICANCE OF SEXY WELL-FRIED EGGS.

[purple-dahlias]

some lyrics from dance fever that make me feel insane, in no particular order

1. Back in town, 2. Daffodil, 3. Free, 4. Prayer factory, 5. The bomb, 6. Girls against God, 7. My love, 8. Choreomania, 9. Morning Elvis, 10. Cassandra

[thoughtkick]

“I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.”

— Kurt Vonnegut

[theygender]

Nail polish 2 hours after you apply it to your nails intentionally: oh no, a gust of air has lightly accosted me! I have been torn asunder and stricken from my resting place, I must leave this place at once!

Nail polish the millisecond you spill it on something accidentally: the essence of my being has been permanently bonded to this substance since the day I was born—atom to atom, body and soul. you could no sooner remove me from this wooden table than you could remove the ocean from its water

[fluentisonus]

obviously I Do wish I could have every ancient text safe, complete, & in its original form however. there's also another eviler part of me that loves textual issues and scribal errors and Fucked Up Manuscripts and the idea that the actual text itself is still half-living and can continue to grow and eventually outstrip its long dead creator in ways that change its meaning forever. like YES the text is unrecognizable in parts YES it's it's been revived and pieced together and stitched up a thousand times over YES it's a strange sort of undead thing that's a little Wrong to look at. frankenstein has nothing on manuscript transmission when it comes to making monsters

[abalpaca]

hot shower or cold shower// texting or calling // earbuds or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis 

[ladybugpdf-deactivated20250512]

heyo! new uquiz :) how do strangers perceive you? there are six results, all positive & one lyric question (with a skip option). pls pls take it

[lilacwine1966-deactivated202212]

i can have a little unrealistic romantic fantasy. as a treat

[fruitsaladchewits-deactivated20]

London in 1989

[mytearsrricochet]

no offense to Socrates and Plato n all of them but I would’ve figured that stuff out too if I was like the 10th person to ever exist

[heavenlyyshecomes]

Do you understand? When I am done telling you these stories, when you’re done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you. In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation.

—Hao Jingfang, ‘Invisible Planets,’ in Invisible Planets: Contemporary Chinese Science Fiction in Translation, tr. & ed. Ken Liu