elin. 20. into mainline smt, bg3, and classic lit.
"what's going on with your icon" i have been using photos of mr. cipher edited into places he has no business being since february 2023 and cannot stop now
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AnasAbdin
Cosmic Funnies
Mike Driver
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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izzy's playlists!
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
i don't do bad sauce passes
NASA
almost home
art blog(derogatory)
we're not kids anymore.
todays bird
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Kiana Khansmith

@theartofmadeline
$LAYYYTER
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elin. 20. into mainline smt, bg3, and classic lit.
"what's going on with your icon" i have been using photos of mr. cipher edited into places he has no business being since february 2023 and cannot stop now
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Boyfriend sent me flowers / sun was shining today / popped an edible / in the bath / got paid / tomato modelo chelada in hand like what else am I supposed to want in this world
i think peak historical fiction is when there is a random ass major historical figure but as a comedic relief side character. like geoffrey chaucer being a naked gambling addict in a knight’s tale or leonardo da vinci being cinderella’s fairy godmother in ever after. like. nothing can top that.
I can’t wait for Hillary to pull a BEYONCÉ. No promo, no campaign, no nothing. We will all just be sitting on twitter with our thumbs up our asses when our timeline suddenly starts to fill with the news that Hillary Rodham Clinton is now President Hillary Rodham Clinton. Slayed the game, and we weren’t even readily for it.
Taking an entry level Russian class in the fall because I want to be able to speak to my partner's extended family and such and looking at the enrollment numbers for which class times are full and which are empty I actually think that I'm going to be signing up for a class full of CIA hopefuls. It's a noon lecture but tell me why the 8:30 tutorial is almost full and the 3:30 one is almost empty. I know no normal and well adjusted person, much less nine of them, who would willingly do that, which leads me to the conclusion that, barring one or two early birds who get up at 6 for fun, this class is going to be full of CIA hopefuls who are super hardcore types. My 12 person first year Russian class where it's just me and eleven eighteen-year-old CIA freaks
I’m giving people until June to get these heated rivalry guys off my phone screen
Wong Kar-wai: In the Mood for Love (2000)
now i’m not saying no one should engage with a show that has “problematic” characters nor am i saying there needs to be a disclaimer before you write a silly feel-good fic about assholes but there is a fine line between acknowledging the “uncomfortable” aspects of a piece of media you enjoy and cartman going “i go by any pronouns”
Fighting him to pay at the pho place with advanced tactics honed on my Chinese roommate's father and he wins the 50/50 game the waitress does but then his card declines
“Subverting” Catholic art? Oh, okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You log onto the internet and you post about how “Wound of Christ” from Psalter and Prayer Book of Bonne de Luxembourg, attributed to Jean le Noir, c.1349, for instance, looks like a vulva because you're trying to tell the world that you enjoy Catholic art and imagery in an alternative, queer, risqué way that challenges Christian beliefs. But what you don't know is that that stigma isn’t just a vulva. It's not just a mandorla. It's not just yonic. It's actually intentionally erotic. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that around 1297, Saint Angela of Foligno experienced a vision of Christ himself, who called her to put her mouth to the wound in his side and lick the freshly flowing blood. And then I think it was Saint Catherine of Siena who drank blood and a clear liquid from the wound before receiving a ring made from Christ’s foreskin? And then graphically erotic encounters with the side wound of Christ quickly showed up in the writings of eight different mystics. And then the yonic interpretation of the stigmata filtered down through the illuminated manuscripts and then trickled on down into some pseudo-intellectual corner of the internet…where you, no doubt, fished it out of some Pinterest board. However, that interpretation represents hundreds of years and countless visions of religious ecstasy. And it's sort of comical how you think that you've come up with an idea that exempts you from Christian theology when, in fact…you're posting an image that was sexualized for you by the very Medieval saints you think you’re so different than…from “subverted” Catholic art.
Incels mostly just make me sad because for every dude who posts that he thinks all women should be raped and murdered there is a dude who seriously thinks that he will never experience romantic love for reasons outside his control. Not to make this about the male loneliness epidemic or whatever but I do seriously feel bad for men who feel this way about their own lives
Thanks for watching the sunset with me. Now let's go to sleep.
Had a really amusing dream re: my court jester where his mother was giving me a tour of their house when I came to visit and stopped at the door to his room and went "this is X's room. But you already knew that, didn't you?" and then just kept walking as if she hadn't fried my absolute shit and I woke up still feeling completely pwned
I love how many different people are in the world :)
Marlboro mind processing.
No willpower.
No independence.
Only cravings and lusts for Marlboro.
The body encased in Marlboro Leather. The brain encased in the Marlboro Lid. Prepared for the mindfucking ritual.
The toxic and addictive Marlboro Gifts, hungrily pulled into the eager lungs - NEEDING the drug… NEEDING it more… pumping through the veins, swelling the Cock… Marlboro and Leather fucking and twisting deep into my mind and soul… all other priorities smothered and cleansed.
The soul being fed and nourished as Marlboro reinforces my devotion, tightening the grip on my mind… the Leather lubricating deeper penetration of my mind and soul by Marlboro‘s Truths. Fucking out the old moral codes and recoding the mind with the ecstatic lustful awareness of Marlboro’s Power and authority… so grateful, and so eager to give up more to Marlboro, with the promise of deeper pleasure with deeper Communion with Marlboro.
No desire to resist… only to sink deeper into perversion and deeper lustful ecstacy under Marlboro’s control.
Marlboro is my Demon Lord and Master, Saviour and God.
HAIL MARLBORO!
I like crybaiting him tbh
there’s no such thing as tmi. let’s overshare together ❤️
pads
tampons
cup
birth control that stops periods
free bleeding
crumpled up toilet paper or whatever else works just shoved up there
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