my hobbies? Uhhhhh symbolism mostly. metaphors and implications and the like.
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my hobbies? Uhhhhh symbolism mostly. metaphors and implications and the like.
Excerpts for a 1920's newspaper during the Spanish Flu
≈ Sheep fighting against the storm to get home. ≈
You know i dont get homoerotically pinned to the wall nearly enough
by Laure S
the image Mitski created when she said “it’s like a summer shower with every drop of rain singing ‘i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you’ is romantic and surreal and literally made me burst into tears.
Ask anyone who lives long enough near the sea and they will tell you that each one comes with its own personality. The Mediterranean is usually welcoming, the waves large enough to carry you but not large enough to be too much of a threat, it is always offering you more, a generosity it inherited from its people.
Classic Vanilla Crème Brûlée
physically stopping in my tracks in the middle of my midday walk because i took two hits, saw a flower and realized that gods cant love the way humans can because love is about survival
ok i was stoned what i should have said was that an immortal could never love the way a mortal can because the reason we love so viscerally is because of our own mortality. we’re born vulnerable and scared and difficult to understand and we only manage to get more so as we age. we need people to love us from the moment that we’re born or we won’t make it. we are constantly trying to understand each other, to love more and to love harder because otherwise we’ll die. everything is fake but love. love is the root of everything. take away capitalism and tear down the skyscrapers and throw away the internet and shit. you would still wake up tomorrow and need to eat, and you would still need someone to care for you when you’re sick, and we’d still need music and entertainment and CONNECTION to each other. and what would prompt anyone to do anything if not for the shared need to survive as a species and to fucking feel some form of being needed in the whole, of being accepted and protected by others. idk how you guys see it but the way we instinctively need to understand each other down to our basic survival instincts….thats pretty metal.
this is just like troy (2004) when brad pitt achilles said “The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.”
Coming back from the farmers market
LIghthouse keepers will never be memorialized like soldiers or cops because they didn’t kill anyone (as part of their job) but they’re like, heroes who saved untold lives through discipline and self-sacrifice doing an impossible lonely job and I’m worked up about it
Clinging to a swaying tower in freezing, driving rain, risking death by everything from pneumonia to a fall to a fucking lightning strike to keep the lantern going when you don’t even KNOW if someone is out on the water!! Working! Class! Heroes!
life is so subtle sometimes that you barely notice yourself walking through the doors you once prayed would open.
I'm actually a prophet in a cave in 7000 BC being shown all this as a cautionary tale
Full moon (Mar. 9, 2020)
by Beatrix Potter
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