[indecisor]

grav / 25 / white / they

bio is from the book of the dead man by marvin bell, icon is robert mapplethorpe

sideblogs @wehaveagathering (hockey) @thedecadenceofwar (multifandom)

I’m not good at tagging.

[durmishkan]

Kristof Kintera - all my bad thoughts

[pointnclick]

Thank you for coming to my this

[fae-they]

so are we keeping our glasses on or off during sex

glasses on or off during sex

on

off

i do not wear glasses (u better rb this)

Remaining time: 2 days 12 hours

[jazzplusplus]

Sonny Rollins - Shigeru Uchiyama Jazz Collection (postal card)

RIP Sonny Rollins (September 7, 1930 - May 25, 2026)

[jimhenson-themuppetmaster]

[moveslikekeithrichards]

cats can never just lay down they have to stand there on your pancreas

[ghastlycrew]

it's just that. it's so fucking important that the linguist bails on the expedition before the novel. the written word fails in area x. it becomes one of the most chilling modes of cosmic incomprehensibility in area x. the biologist's written account is a self-admitted failure. she is nameless. where lies the strangling fruit is all the more terrifying for the fact that it is in a recognizable language with an inscrutable meaning. the journals are ROTTING in the lighthouse, ink running and turning into decaying organic matter along with everything else. no one is named. the novel begins with a pointless semantic debate that everyone is fiercely invested in regarding the tower/tunnel nomenclature. no one has a name. they are instrumentalized to their professions. when she encounters the crawler, the biologist immediately compares it to an encounter with the "destroyer of worlds," a "more apt" name for the starfish than its scientific nomenclature.

"what an inadequate name i had chosen for it—the crawler."

this novel is just as (if not more) concerned with how area x heralds the failure of language, not just the failure of scientific inquiry

[the-evil-clergyman]

Orpheus and Eurydice by Edward John Poynter (1862)

[plasmapop]

21/01/2026

[n0vascotia]

I really don't care if Miley Cyrus smoked a bong. She's 18? She can live her own life...

[charnel-grounds]

“In the Haunted Theatre, 1911” & “Cat in the Haunted Theatre, 1911”

© Benz and Chang, 2019

watercolour on paper

[thulium]

[theinternetarchive]

from 'bird by bird: some instructions on writing and life,' anne lamott, pub. 1994.

[liittlecreatures1985]

out and about and my phone is at 15% battery: better not use it so it doesn’t die on me

5 minutes later: googling average gas mileage in 1950

[lleyksie]

brown bear, black bear

[orchidblack]

Architecture fictions by Clemens Gritl.