City of Refuge

he/him // we used to laugh / we used to cry / now the only thing we do is die

[himbo-inflation]

tumblr is my helms deep of social media.  i only tend to come on here when there’s a problem somewhere else but i DO still come on here sometimes and i refuse to delete

[alkcomics]

Disappeared, right in front of my eyes

[curseworm]

i think that every child should have unrestricted access to thick blackberry brambles or some other delicious fruit that grows encased in a painful fortress. i think wading through thorns to reach the cluster of shining ripe berries you spied through a gap between the tangled vines teaches you something important. not sure what though

[curseworm]

i just know no fruit has ever tasted as sweet as the ones i ate while bleeding under the blistering summer sun

[becomingicarus]

@crunch-barr do u know what ur tags r doing to me rn. this is the epitome of love

[juniepops]

Insane how much even a bearable full time job just sucks.

[spiralstaircased]

dude stop trying to garner context and character traits from the objects in my room i know youre doing it. stop clicking on shit im not gonna tell you about - oh that picture is of me and my dad. yeah he's not really in my life anymore i just keep it around cause im sentimental- DUDE

[play-now-my-lord]

censored again #20 - "maze"

[largishcat]

[imaginedsoldier]

Undefeated in wizard duels thanks to my devastating countermagic where I close the distance and punch them in the chest 14 times while they try to read a paragraph from a book the size of briefcase. This sorcery shit is easy as hell.

[play-now-my-lord]

i'm the coach and we just won the big game. we're going to the playoffs! the boys are dumping a big barrel of gatorade over my head and i'm laughing and cheering. suddenly they shove the barrel over my head and shoulders. i can't see, hear, or move my arms. i try to wriggle free but nothing doing. i start running only to be lifted off my feet. i pass out in pure terror and wake up covered in my own puke in a dark room. there's a door. i open it with some difficulty and, as light rushes into the room, i notice my arms are festooned with cigarette burns. when my eyes adjust to the light i discover i'm in the back office of a Macy's department store in the mall. or at least it used to be one. there's so little left of the store; light pours in through the smashed-in remains of a wall. in the distance i can hear the calls of songbirds and a white noise that might be distant traffic or the roaring of the sea

[justangrymacaroni]

i’m working on a play about 65-year-old lesbians, and my dramaturg is an older gay man who has been helping me with historical context and research, and also just in general giving me advice based on his own personal experiences.

fav thing he told me so far, said with a lot of love: “dyke drama was specific. it was always so specific. it was precise and narrowed and pointed. and also so dumb.”

[justangrymacaroni]

also spoke to an older lesbian professor. i was asking her all these questions about marches and protests and summits and infighting and rallies and “what was it like what did this mean to you what was it like to experience that?”

and she kinda stared at me for a bit and said, “you know, it was a lot. and it was big and it did feel revolutionary. but also at that time i was mainly focused on getting my heart broken in a bar.”

and like. yeah.

[justangrymacaroni]

another thing my dramaturg told me, from the perspective of a gay man who lived through the 80’s, was that whenever a young gay person asks him what the dating and play scene used to be like, he answers:

“we went to rallies and funerals.”

[justangrymacaroni]

our persistence in our continued existence is big and scary and revolutionary, and the grief stretches on and the losses hit hard.

and because of that, i think it’s important to remember the dumb drama, and the first loves, and the first heartbreaks over beer. i think it’s important to go to rallies and vigils, and also dive bars and game nights.

it’s all so big and so small.

[seravph]

i think it is very depressing that like every aesthetic people try to emulate are of people doing things but they themselves are incapable of being somebody that does things… the mall goth 2005 aesthetic revived in 2022 but nobody goes to the mall to be annoying and weird and nobody lets themselves be cringe… the cottagecore aesthetic but nobody knows how to raise gardens or live self sufficiently … the dark academia aesthetic but nobody actually reads books…. The obsession of looking like you are a type of person who does something without actually doing anything … the Instagram effect

[grimbrother]

we used to call them Posers.

[antichimp-deactivated20220828]

i should be naked with my lover not whatever this is

[leitharstjarna]

Can you imagine what cathedrals would have been like if the medievals had access to neon lighting?

[leitharstjarna]

This is the quote I had in mind when making this post.

[leitharstjarna]

Some Vietnamese churches give a glimpse of what it might’ve been like.

[leitharstjarna]

[the-dubstep-strawberry]

For all the people who immediately went “Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet” in the notes, you are absolutely correct.

[thestuffedalligator]

They’ve been rebuilding the Tower of Babel, but this time they have a team of linguists on site. Every time God smites the builders and invents a dozen new languages, the linguists have a dozen decently sized translations in about a month and work can start up again.

The linguists have been really into it. They say the new phonemes are fascinating. As for God, I assume that at this point he’s just curious to see how far this goes.

[the-goon-goblin]

Some linework.

[mlarayoukai-archive]

You show a cat something and they're like sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff ooooh I understand now. Don't care

[francisforever2014]

how do you just get up and deal with the fact that there’s a last time for everything. there was a last time you sat on your dads shoulders and there was a last time your mom tucked you into bed. there’s going to be a last time you kiss your sister on the head and there’s going to be a last time you hug your best friend. there’s going to be a last time you feel exactly as you feel right now and there’s going to be a last time that person says i love you. i need to lay down

[spice-ghouls]

Iain Thomas, The Light That Shines When Things End