I don’t know how to stop putting the milk before my cereal, man.
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Janaina Medeiros

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Origami Around

Discoholic 🪩

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if i look back, i am lost
Not today Justin
todays bird
YOU ARE THE REASON
cherry valley forever
Monterey Bay Aquarium
occasionally subtle

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
trying on a metaphor

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Keni

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noise dept.
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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@croppedsweetsgentleman
I don’t know how to stop putting the milk before my cereal, man.
You have shit taste in posts
How about you start working on that logo instead on commenting on my PRIVATE thoughts, buddy! 😯😯🥰🥰
I’m kidding *kisses*
God forbid people who wear those long, puffy jackets in the winter ever discover a fucking coat.
we as a society need to bring back the 00s normalized shamelessness of sometimes just wanting to read/see your favourite characters slowly tortured to death as they cry and scream and beg and see all of their loved ones dead dying and dismembered. it builds character
Calm down, Satan😍
Boris, the protector
I want to propose this short analysis of The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. The predominant theme in the book is belonging and loneliness, and Theo experiences them alike, as a consequence to his internalized fixation that “he’s never met anyone who made me feel loved the way she did [his mother]” (pg. 7, Tartt). Many people make their place into his life, each of them being a caricature of his needs. Boris, I believe is critical in Theo’s coping with depression, because he is the only person that is human to him. Unlike other men and women that Theo gets acquainted with, Boris Pavlikovsky is not trying to present himself as a perfected, yet false, image of himself. What emotionally connects these two character throughout the book is that they accept to leave long each other, flaws and qualities, feeling at ease to express their true selves.
Theo’s adult interactions with Boris, conceal their interdependence as well as their emotional connection. In the parking lot and beyond that moment, the author makes powerful use of pathos to tip off the profundity of their established relationship. Firstly, Boris tries to save Theo from the seemingly inevitable death: “I realized, with cold horror, what Boris had known was going to happen [...]: why he’s wanted me to run for it, or at least try” (pg. 760, Tartt). Theo, uncertain and cautious until then, instinctively shoots Boris’ two attackers, when in a protective state of mind after thinking Boris was shot. But when the adrenaline wears off, he is frozen with shock at the sight of the bloodbath he caused. This is when Boris takes control, and shows the dominance that he has always had in their relationship. A beautiful moment takes place in that terrible situation, where Boris, having discovered a coping system (talking), tries to soothe Theo, who is clearly in shock: ”’Come on’ he said, catching my arm, pulling me up. His voice was level and soothing although he was splattered with blood and I could feel his hands shaking. ‘All over now. You saved us. [...] You did good’” (pg. 763, Tartt).
My intention was to show that these two stubborn men only show their care for each other when they are in a situation without no escape, just by themselves. Moreover, plenty of characters, even the love interest, Pippa, were pushed by the circumstances to do so, yet they didn’t feel this kind of emotional bond with Theodore Decker.
“We’ll stay high all the time—read books—build campfires. Sleep on the beach.”
The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt
booster in a gold metallic sweater but still wanting to show off them abs to his nerd husband.
The sweater design is amazing. What am I saying?! Your art is amazing!
The Gates fo Hell, The Gates of Paradise
I remember how it used to be and I wonder what butterfly flopping its wings changed something that seemed to be worth a life-time.
These are the same man and neither of them look like Ted Kord…
This is the exact reason for which I refuse to read any modern blue & gold content anymore. :))
What wieghits more: two kilograms of feathers or twenty grams of greek fire?
📭 Reblog if you want curious anons in your inbox! 📭
I don’t know what an anon is, but I’m curious nonetheless!
I am afraid that’d be a death wish indeed, Don. :)
Why do morticians have such sad life stories? I mean, can’t one enjoy the simple sight of death and be captivated by dissecting human corpses as a normal person?
I’ve never done it, but I guess it could be fun.
Gay culture is
Wildstorm under DC reimagining Superman and Batman into gay married super OCs and building an entire franchise off of “Totally not based on Superman” solar powered flying super-strong man Apollo and “Totally not based on Batman” dark, black-clad badass hand-to-hand combat expert Midnighter, both of whom eventually became the most iconic married gay superheroes to ever work together in a mainstream comic book, especially when DC started releasing new titles of their team-ups (also did I mention they adopted a daughter that was basically a god?)
Marvel publishing a comic in which alternate universe versions of Captain America and Iron Man are LITERALLY MARRIED and their romantic involvement and marriage PREVENTED THE WORLD-CHANGING SUPERHERO CIVIL WAR (in a panel that essentially boiled down to “the world would be a better and happier place if these two were married”)
When someone says something we do not share an opinion on, I just keep my mouth shut and listen to them, because we're living in a free country and I cannot change your mind, except diagreeing.
Many would rather kill their dreams than accept possible failure. You must not do this. You must believe regardless of how pathetic the situation looks. Be a fighter, not a flier.
Sometimes my genius and talent frightens me.