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@hannahver
“The society of positivity, from which negativity has disappeared, is a society of bare life, which is exclusively dominated by the concern “to make sure of survival” in the face of discontinuity. This is a slave’s life. Concern for bare life, for survival alone, strips life of all vitality…”
— Byung-chul Han, The Agony of Eros
...rituals as symbolic techniques for making oneself at home in the world.
Byung-Chul Han {The disappearance of rituals}
tarot reading
girls of horror (2010s-20s)
thomasin in the vvitch (2015) / tess in barbarian (2022) / lorraine day in x (2022) / nina sayer in black swan (2010) / red in us (2019) / the girl in a girl walks home alone at night (2014) / sara in creep 2 (2017) / pearl in pearl (2022) / justine in raw (2016)
this is so sweet 🥺🥺🥺
GODZILLA OFFICIAL???
GODZILLA IS GOODEST PARENT :D
bear and bird are friends
sometimes this’ll get a burst of notes and that is strange. it’s nice, too, but it’s strange. i wrote and drew this at three am on a school night, right on the precipice of leaving high school, fearing change and fearing growth, because they were not things that had ever been kind to me. i decided, instead of panicking, i’ll draw a bear. and then, instead of trying to make the bear look perfect, i’ll draw a bird.
and it’s three am on a school night, yeah, so i’m looking out my window at the sky, and i’m thinking, i am so used to not wanting to be alive. but i did want to be alive, right then, and so i thought, why is that? when and how did i get to that point?
so i wrote it down, and i posted it, because my therapist told me that i should share more of my work, even if i think its points are hackneyed and its details are messy. and then, people liked it. which is so fucking weird. and kind. and good. and fucking weird.
basically: thank you for liking this. i’ve grown and i am growing, and i am not so scared anymore. i want to draw more birds and bears, someday. i hope you’ll like them, too.
I’m sorry I’m needy.
I’m sorry I’m hard to love.
I’m sorry I am always crying.
I’m sorry I can’t take care of myself
I’m sorry.
Soft touch, loved one.
It's enough, tough love,
Your coo, that hum.
Lovely- sweet sound of
Gentle moments
Hold close by not enough
Hold close by me
You know I can see.
You know the way your eyes smile.
I feel peace a while.
My friend and the Moon over my hand
Legs crack and pop stop after stop
Blue eyes in moonlights candor
Heart stutter, I mutter and it's heard "God damn"
Wish after wish
The Moon over my hand, heart/sleeve
I Want this
Good song it's your voice and it leaves
Stop, smoke, piss
Crack and pop and I can't leave it be
The moon over my hand in yours
I had a dream about picking flowers, they were soft brown things which made a crown for someone eventually. After picking each one I looked at the sunset. I gently sat each of them in my basket.
These were a gift of love these meadow brushes.
As a dark hallway stretching out;
There's nothing here of course
But you, your thoughts, the quiet now.
Subject to it, your voice hoarse
From the screaming
In this place there are no doors.
Only way- a path that is how
You lay awake. Here, no doors.
In this place there are no doors.
No doors.
No doors.
Only quiet but for your screaming.
As a dark hallway stretching out;
No doors
No doors
No doors, but memory
I am an old sage…listen closely to my wisdom before my soul withers away…
Teach us, o wise one
you are not an anime character. your actions impact others and do not only exist in theory. nobody is required to stick around for your tragic backstory or to learn the reasons behind your actions. if you treat people like garbage, they are allowed to think of you as a jerk and nothing more. nobody is obligated to analyze you or think twice when you hurt them. similarly, you are not required to stick around to listen to other people’s reasons for treating you like trash. you can call them a jerk, cut them out of your life, and call it a day.
I have an old friend who is a capital-A Activist, and she’s organized a training of trainers event for things like responding to ICE raids, organizing protests against the ICE detention facility they want to build around here, etc. In my ongoing efforts at finding the least glamorous ways to #Resist, I helped organize food, and am hanging around all day making coffee, setting up snacks and drinks and whatnot.
I talk about this stuff because I think it’s important to remember that not all activism is big protests or calling your Congresspeople. Sometimes it’s getting groceries. Sending emails. Driving someone to an appointment. Washing dishes. So if that’s more your speed than being out in public talking to other humans, you still have a place. And if you’re being loud and visible in public, remember that the behind the scenes stuff matters too. We can all do different things, and all of them are valuable, and all of them are needed. Can’t destroy a government on an empty stomach, don’t you know?
I think it must’ve been the same artist who painted a different and arguably even better one
so anyway, here’s this surprisingly paleontologically current carousel deinonychus
