Jack of All Trades

Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep living. [Adult, any pronouns]

[lambsprout]

“and the universe said…”

[official-catboy-deactivated2021]

i love so much when people forget that this is the end sequence for minecraft

[clickbeetle]

i might be an ant pronoun guy

[clickbeetle]

i meant any but i think i want to live in whatever world allows me to have ant pronouns.

[toskarin]

[shaking your hand] hey you ever hear about the scorpion and the frog [not letting go] exciting friends and a good adventure

[maxknightley]

"it would be so good if it was good" will haunt you but "it's extremely good, except for the one or two parts which are so bad it's genuinely kind of insulting" will straight up drive you insane

[maxknightley]

one has you making posts like "okay but if the author UNDERSTOOD the POLITICAL IMPLICATIONS of the story they were telling, and leaned into it, it would actually be a really interesting exploration of..."

the other has you pacing your bedroom at one in the morning going "why. why would you ever in a million years do it like that. genuinely what possible thought process was involved. was the writer possessed by a fucking ghost or something."

[razzberrysheep]

c'mon c'mon

[scrupulosity-comics]

sometimes instead of a horrid little monk, divine visions of lesbians dance in my head dispensing wisdom

[scrupulosity-comics]

[oatmilkcore]

"Greetings to the Universe in 55 Different Languages", a poem arranged out of messages from the Voyager spacecraft

[brightside-brigade]

"I like it in here"

Okay. But its going to consume you.

"We don't have to change"

Okay. But it's going to consume you.

Eventually you have to leave. Eventually you have to run. And its painful and it's so much harder than staying in the comfort of what you know. In that house that stopped being a home years ago. Living memories you've replayed so many times over and over that the details are warping and becoming hollowed out corpses.

And it will consume you when you least expect it. You'll rot right there along with the building foundations and distort right along with your memories.

You'll have to run eventually, even if that's not how you're wired.

The window was never locked.

[hokkotarumae]

starting a collection

[gayfrasier]

i love the phrase "which could mean nothing" i think its my favorite thing to come out of the internet ever i love saying it. it could mean nothing but we all know better. we know the truth.

[secunitscompromisedbrain]

excuse me, no I wasn't???

[beguilingcorpse]

congratulations to today’s lucky 10000

[eveydeevey]

[magmacanon]

If you want your own mugs you can go buy them >:(

[eveydeevey]

[oneheadtoanother]

[mortalityplays]

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

[hoodiehorizon]

Me the first half of The Backrooms: "oh I get it. He's a down on his luck failed architect and even more failed furniture store owner who's trying to better himself. He'll probably be fascinated with the furniture/architecture of the backrooms and start selling the items there for money + notoriety. And eventually he'll go deeper and deeper to get more and more items until he gets trapped and encounters The Horrors. A classic tale of hubris :) "

Me the second half of the backrooms:

[secretumii]

A little different than my usual art but the backrooms has gotten under my skin, in my brain, my soul.

[starvariety]

a handprint made in concrete is just the image of a hand, it’s not the real thing. or, it’s the absence of a hand, more than anything, the negative space. the casing around where it should be. it’s an indent that was made from something real - that could not have existed without something real - but it’s not the real thing, it’s just trying to be. maybe it’s not even trying. you put your hand there with your mother and the concrete remembers, and the handprint doesn’t even know why it exists, it just does. if we can make copies and not-things from real things in the world, who’s the say the world couldn’t do that itself? does it even need to know why?

[pinkpxtches]

another backrooms parallel i really like is how clark’s furniture store being a rip-off of another furniture store (i forgot the name but ykwim) is like how the backrooms is a rip-off of people’s memories. it’s fake, it’s wrong, and it’s so obviously a mockery of something solid and real. this is especially clear when clark’s insistence on refusing to change gets him eaten alive by the mascot that he ripped off of someone else. clark’s still life looks like clark if you squint and tilt your head, just like all the still lives (and the entire structure of the backrooms) look like something else through the faded lens of memory, but they are decidedly working against the real thing. clark is profiting off of another person’s business, he’s luring people in (not maliciously, but still definitely shadily) under the guise of looking like something familiar, just like the backrooms brought him comfort by bringing him back to a part of his life that he can’t let go of. just like he would have to change himself in order to escape the backrooms, or the cycle of traume he’s caught up in, he would have to overhaul his entire store in order to make it his own.

another thing is both the backrooms and cap’n clark’s are both bad rip-offs. they’re obvious, and it’s pointed out by multiple people. just like cap’n clark’s is a bland, tasteless imitation of the other furniture store, the backrooms is a soulless mimicry of real life settings that used to have feeling and emotion attached, with the only real appeal of them (and any other liminal space) being the nostalgia attached to it. but nostalgia is a perishable good, which ends up with cap’n clark’s being a failing business and the backrooms being an endless loop, both requiring it’s tenants to keep digging and digging, searching for another hit of the feeling instead of moving on and looking for something different. it’s easier to keep walking through the endless maze rather than to turn around and accept how lost you are, it’s easier to sleep inside of your unoriginal, failing business rather than to go home and apologize, and it’s easier to place blame on others rather than to take responsibility and change.