hello friends and enemies!

m | 30 | she/her | probably indestructible

[ishowdespair-deactivated2026012]

[byjove]

could you imagine if it happened this pride month

[foooolishghoul]

Mucha inspired Nausicaa illustration

[mithrandirl]

NAUSICAÄ OF THE VALLEY OF THE WIND 風の谷のナウシカ 1984 | dir. Hayao Miyazaki

[king-carnivore]

what really fucks me up about watching the truman show in 2025 is how it's not fictional. truman is fictional, but the truman show isn't.

there's thousands of truman shows. you find them on youtube, tiktok, instagram... family and mommy vloggers, sad beige moms and now the trend of neglectful moms showing the "reality" of parenting. all of them using their kids for entertainment. each child their own truman; living a life manufactured by their parents, a camera watching their every moment, broadcasted for the entire world to see.

[king-carnivore]

tbh, i didn't even think about that when i made my post and holy shit you're so fucking right

[uyallstars]

It is the fate of modern life that we repeatedly lose touch with: nature, the environment, the planet. But we try to regain it again and again. It’s like a circle. In children’s hearts and souls when they’re born into the world, nature already exists deep inside them.

~ Hayao Miyazaki

[achillesinhighheels]

[achillesinhighheels]

Lovers 1909

Egon Schiele.

[allsadnshit]

Some recent hope-core screenshots from my phone

[heartseeker]

me immediately after hanging out with someone: was i Weird and Cringe. do i need to be imprisoned

[lunchboxpoems]

BOB HICOK

[textid]

text ID: THE EULOGY I DIDN'T GIVE (XXIV)

My younger brother was afraid of thunder, lightning. My father bought a recording of storms, put it on the stereo, and rocked on the love seat with my brother over and over, until the sound meant comfort, warmth. Much later, my brother became obsessed with meteorology and dreamed of becoming a weatherman. When I finally connected the early fear with the later passion, we were looking down at my father in his coffin. Not my father but his body. More like an echo of his flesh. No weather on his face. I’d seen him often in a suit but never wearing a vest. Pajamas would have made more sense. The soft rain of the talking all around us was a cocoon I wanted to live inside. I heard the metronome of my heart and thought of Quakers waiting for silence to open its mouth. Of the hope just below the surface of the phrase, keeping time. - Bob Hicok

[dreamycastaway]

The original pride flag and the sewing machine it was sewn on

[wurmzone]

04.05.25

[hellenhighwater]

This whole project was heavily inspired by the work of Lina Shamoon/ Mirrors by Lina (website here, check out her very cool and much higher quality work). My spin on things is definitely not made as well as her stuff, but I'm still loving the effect.

[hellenhighwater]

This thing is still bringing me a great deal of joy. It's usually the last thing I see on my way out of the house in the morning and it's very good.

[rimonoroni2]

my general opinion on what people should be "allowed" to portray and what topics they should be "allowed" to explore in fiction is that you can make whatever art with whatever themes you want but i'm also allowed to think the way you handled it was tasteless and should've been done differently. my negative opinion on your handling of sensitive topics is the price of admission for publicly showcasing your work. this is not a pro-censorship stance because i am not The Government

[rimonoroni2]

this is getting really popular so i’d like to add the important caveat that your criticism of a work is no more unassailable than the work itself. just as one is entitled to be critical of something someone else is entitled to disagree with that criticism. i add this because some of you pretend to give a fuck about thoughtful analysis and then when someone points out flaws in your argument you declare that all criticisms are valid. this is untrue. the status of a hater is no more sacred than that of a liker. get off your high horse and engage in the thoughtful discussion you pretend to believe in or perish by my blade

[overclassy]

[hannahlockillustration]

Inky Hydrangeas.