с'est la vie, блять

i think that the apocalypse is all about finding the right people. russian by birth, spanish by choice, english by necessity. pacifist with a military kink.

[kiwimidnight]

You’re choosing another man’s life over your own.

—  PAPILLON (2017)

[cardiamachina]

Seventy Years of Sleep: SteveBucky # 5 | Rest, tired soldiers. - n.t

[joemazzellos-blog]

Eugene Sledge: Before, During & After.

[diosia-deactivated20170429]

— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Dennis Farrell featured in A Self-Portrait in Letters

[daphneblakess]

something that stands out to me about Gillian Flynn’s writing is she’s the only author I can think of who presents fucked-up women as her protagonists take them or leave them, and doesn’t try to make them “likeable”. Gone Girl is a thorough deconstruction of the male author self-insert, and I think the reason the reception to Amy was so polarized is because she’s treated the same way characters like Nick are treated by male-penned literature - her flaws are vital to the meaning of the story and therefore will not be grown out of. Sharp Objects was the first time I had ever read a female protagonist who was allowed to be self-loathing without wanting a “cure” for her trauma. Gillian Flynn’s women aren’t tailored to the male gaze idea that damaged women have to be alluring or sympathetic or desiring to be “fixed” - if men can have a thousand Holden Caulfields, why can’t women have one Camille Preaker or Amy Elliott?

[hoosierfied]

the pacific stills as wwii photos

[meiringen]

“Planet of Love”, Richard Siken

[holocrone]

“I prayed like you to survive, but look at me now. It is over for us who are dead, but you must struggle, and will carry the memories all your life.” – With the Old Breed, Eugene Sledge

[likeafieldmouse-deactivated2015]

Justin Mortimer

1. Colony

2. In Your Own Village

[crowthis]

we all did one

[wulfert-deactivated20230629]

[planned-planethood]

Sunset on Mars

[alissahermanart]

Put your hands together…

As a bit of a departure from my usual fully illustrated poster personal projects, I decided to make this quick little collage (using Albrecht Durer’s Praying Hands) for one of my favorite TV shows, Hannibal. Later I will probably make another Hannibal poster complete with original art and all but I couldn’t let this concept go unrealized. Bon apetit. 

[kabaks]

James Flint + text posts IV (I) (II) (III)

[lukearnold]

[silverflintdaily]

#when you’re reminded in the middle of an argument that you’re gay [via @ororcia]

[valyrianpoem]

asoiaf & got characters // pt. X - Daenerys Targaryen (ver. I)

“If I had wings, I would want to fly too, Dany thought. The Targaryens of old had ridden upon dragonback when they went to war. She tried to imagine what it would feel like, to straddle a dragon’s neck and soar high into the air. It would be like standing on a mountaintop, only better. The whole world would be spread out below. If I flew high enough, I could even see the Seven Kingdoms, and reach up and touch the comet. […] If Daenerys had been weak, she would have perished with Viserys. I know she is fierce. Astapor, Yunkai and Meereen are proof enough of that. She has survived assassins and conspiracies and fell sorceries, grieved for a brother and a husband and a son, trod the cities of the slavers to dust beneath her dainty sandalled feet.”

[lunchboxpoems]

STILL LIFE WITH SKULLS AND BACON

A thing and a thing and a thing held still– you have to hold something still to find the other things. This is speculation. You will die in your sleep and leave everything unfinished. This is also speculation. I had obligations: hope, but hope negates the experience. I owe myself nothing. I cut off my head and threw it on the ground. I walked away. This is how we measure, walking away. We carve up the world into feet and minutes, to know how far from home, how many hogs in the yard. My head just sat there. Fair enough. A map without landmarks is useless. Science dreams its dreams of knowledge–names it, pokes it with equations. The crucial thing is not fifty times whatever but how we got these notions: how much, how many, how far, how long. It’s good to give explicit answers, showing all the steps, necessary and sufficient. Finding the dots, connecting the dots. An interrogation of the dots. A pip, a point, a seed, a stone. This is philosophy. These are suppositions. If one has no apples, one has zero apples. There is, you see, no shortage of open problems. We carve up the world and crown it with numbers–lumens, ounces, decibels. All these things and what to do with them. We carve up the world all the time.

RICHARD SIKEN