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hihi! this is sideblog for @everl0v3r where i post stuff that is unrelated to my current mainposting, or just silly stuff in general! oeoeooe
If you follow Selmers to the poetry society meeting in Night In The Woods, this is her poem. I loved it and the themes of the game, and wanted to use it as practice to see if i can control the way readers āhearā the words through images.
knuckle tat idea
My personal 2D model of Shadow Milk, animated by my pookieā¦. I love the result so much, thanks sweety <3
part of the reason I think itās so sad that we collectively write so few stories about unrequited love is bc I feel like thereās very little public acknowledgment of how much it sucks to be the one somebody is in unrequited love with??? and not in a way of like, oh theyāre crossing boundaries or putting expectations on me or whatever. becoming close friends with someone and then finding out theyāre in love with you and you donāt love them back the same way is heartbreaking, bc a) someone you love is in pain and there is literally nothing you can do about it, and b) it usually means that whether you like it or not thereās going to be distance in your friendship that wasnāt there before as they try to get over you. idk man I just feel like weāve all discussed the tragedy of loving someone who doesnāt love you back quite a lot and very rarely discuss the tragedy of finding out the way that you love someone just isnāt enough.
part of the reason I think itās so sad that we collectively write so few stories about unrequited love is bc I feel like thereās very little public acknowledgment of how much it sucks to be the one somebody is in unrequited love with??? and not in a way of like, oh theyāre crossing boundaries or putting expectations on me or whatever. becoming close friends with someone and then finding out theyāre in love with you and you donāt love them back the same way is heartbreaking, bc a) someone you love is in pain and there is literally nothing you can do about it, and b) it usually means that whether you like it or not thereās going to be distance in your friendship that wasnāt there before as they try to get over you. idk man I just feel like weāve all discussed the tragedy of loving someone who doesnāt love you back quite a lot and very rarely discuss the tragedy of finding out the way that you love someone just isnāt enough.
theo van gogh was the one who suggested that his older brother vincent start seriously painting. as soon as theo was gainfully employed he gave vincent around 15% of his own yearly salary for art supplies, lodging, and food. about 2/3rds of vincent's surviving letters were to theo (including vincent's earliest and last letters), all of which were found stored in theo's desk. theo's child, vincent willem, was born on january 31st, 1890, and vincent was so delighted by his nephew that he painted almond blossoms for him. vincent shot himself half a year later on july 29th, 1890. theo's distress at his brother's death worsened his syphilis symptoms and he died half a year after his brother on january 25th, 1891 (four days before vincent willem's first birthday). theo was reburied next to vincent in auvers-sur-oise at the request of theo's wife johanna.
Almond Blossoms, 1890, Vincent van Gogh
And that love lived on Theo's wife, Johanna, who was the one who pushed for the preservation of Vincent's paintings. Johanna who made sure that her husband's beloved brother would not be forgotten. Johanna who fought tooth and nail so that Theo and Vincent would never be forgotten. Johanna who carried the family legacy, who made sure that the works of Vincent would be kept in her possession. And then Vincent Willem, named for a uncle so loved, carried this legacy and founded the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam.
The van Gogh family history is deeply interwoven with love. It was the love of a brother that gave a young man the courage to paint and the resources to do so. It was the love of a woman for her husband and her husband's beloved brother that made that story known. And it was the love of a nephew, who was so deeply loved even if for such a short time, that made it possible for the world to know Vincent van Gogh.
i wish the period blood came out all at once like a shotgun blast
i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy
reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy
that late night back then
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when i was a kid rummaging thru my mums cd collection to steal Good Stuff i accidentally stumbled across one calledĀ āsongs for bonkingā which was coloured awful negative neon picture of ppls feet on top of each other in a bed and ALL the songs were like fucking ska punkĀ
cool it was worse than i rememberedĀ
OP this is not ska punk
I don't trust anyone who hasn't acknowledged their capacity for evil.
"I'm just a smol bean uwu" No sir, what you are is someone who is so habituated to thinking of yourself as innocent that you will continue to do so even when you're guilty.
To quote Chris Fleming
"You know that thing where the most toxic person you've ever met over-relates to woodland creatures on social media? I call it Vibe Dysphoria. She'll put up a picture of a mouse in a jean jacket with 'It's me.' That is not you. I don't know how you got under the impression that you are a mouse in a jean jacket. You are an eel with a gun.She posts a toad with a basket of mushrooms like 'Me doing my little things.' Oh madam, there is nothing little about your things. You gave me psychosexual issues I'll carry to my watery grave. You are not a toad in the forest...You are a cruel woman who just happens to be small."--Chris Fleming
Itās like the Dumbo story, youāve all probably seen it
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really crazy how much iāve imagined this fic. like itās soooooo imagined you wouldnāt even believe. not writing it though