dripping with sin

I wish I could be a boy in that way you wish you could kick my fucking teeth in (20 he/it)

[weskrs-deactivated20260531]

[sunsetbuddie]

we used to get christmas episodes of television. halloween episodes. valentines. we used to get television that felt like part of your life. like it was happening alongside your life. now we mostly get 8 episodes dropping all at once every two years and they don't have time for any of that. i miss characters living alongside us

[homunculus-argument]

The thing about ADHD is that the "lack of reward chemicals in your brain" doesn't just mean that you don't want to do any tasks that don't feel particularly yummy :(, it means that your brain will look at chores and tasks that need to be done like "doing this would be painful and tedious for absolutely nothing to gain from it, Do Not Do That." The same thing that your brain tells you about everything else that would feel really bad and hurt the entire time that you're dying. The part of your brain that stops you from doing the thing is the same part that keeps you from shoving your arm into a wood chipper.

With unmedicated, unmanaged ADHD, "I have to do this assignment or I fail and my life will be ruined and I die" feels like a SAW trap, every single time.

[urgentkettle]

Articles written by neurotypicals will be like “ADHD children find the external motivation of the SAW traps is very effective. Here’s how to build SAW traps to maximize their productivity.”

[sweetoothgirl]

Black Sesame Milk

[prrb]

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[hungwy]

theo van gogh was the one who suggested that his older brother vincent start seriously painting. as soon as theo was gainfully employed he gave vincent around 15% of his own yearly salary for art supplies, lodging, and food. about 2/3rds of vincent's surviving letters were to theo (including vincent's earliest and last letters), all of which were found stored in theo's desk. theo's child, vincent willem, was born on january 31st, 1890, and vincent was so delighted by his nephew that he painted almond blossoms for him. vincent shot himself half a year later on july 29th, 1890. theo's distress at his brother's death worsened his syphilis symptoms and he died half a year after his brother on january 25th, 1891 (four days before vincent willem's first birthday). theo was reburied next to vincent in auvers-sur-oise at the request of theo's wife johanna.

[nutropes]

Almond Blossoms, 1890, Vincent van Gogh

[emilyofjane]

[cannucks-addiction]

And that love lived on Theo's wife, Johanna, who was the one who pushed for the preservation of Vincent's paintings. Johanna who made sure that her husband's beloved brother would not be forgotten. Johanna who fought tooth and nail so that Theo and Vincent would never be forgotten. Johanna who carried the family legacy, who made sure that the works of Vincent would be kept in her possession. And then Vincent Willem, named for a uncle so loved, carried this legacy and founded the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam.

The van Gogh family history is deeply interwoven with love. It was the love of a brother that gave a young man the courage to paint and the resources to do so. It was the love of a woman for her husband and her husband's beloved brother that made that story known. And it was the love of a nephew, who was so deeply loved even if for such a short time, that made it possible for the world to know Vincent van Gogh.

[koloocheh]

forget about touching grass, i need to touch THE SEA I NEED TO GO INTO THE WATER I NEED TO DIVE INTO THE SEA!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cheaphalloweencostume]

couple weeks ago i was at a botanical garden and i overheard a woman out of my line of sight very sternly but gently explaining, “thousands of people come through here every day, and if they each took a flower, there would be no more flowers! that’s why we don’t pick flowers here. put it down somewhere, you’re being an asshole” and i whipped around at that last part to see who on earth was calling their toddler an asshole and she was talking to a grown man holding a flower and grinning.

[thememedaddy]

[evergreen-femme]

[pusheen]

[solojust-art]

Dutch and his boys

[ratsinablanket]

slutty little waists and for what. abigail and mary to hold them?

[somecunttookmyurl]

i can tell i'm sleep deprived bc i just made myself cry about tutankhamun and i have, like, negative interest in the kid

[somecunttookmyurl]

have now made the rest of the discord cry about this little boy who had multi-coloured ducks sewn onto a tunic that he loved so much he wore it to a Very Important Event because he was EIGHT and have you SEEN my DUCKS

[somecunttookmyurl]

sorry no i'm not done i'm gonna make you all cry some more i'm bringing you down with me

there was once a little boy.

he is born disabled. his body hurts, and he can't walk properly the way the other children do. he doesn't understand why. he's a little boy. but he plays with wooden boats and pulls toys on a string.

somebody makes him a tunic. they sew ducks onto it in red and green and yellow and blue. the bright colours of a child.

the little boy is eight years old, and he's going to be king now. there's a big ceremony about it. he doesn't really fully understand what's going on, because he's eight, but he wears the tunic with the brightly coloured ducks for the occasion because he loves it. look at his ducks! aren't they great?

he is a child. the adults around him manipulate and coax him to gain more power for themselves. he still plays with toys.

as a teenager, not yet an adult, he fathers children. they do not survive. he's not even old enough to have full agency in his job and is still being manipulated, but he had babies and they died.

he does not make it to his twenties. at eighteen or nineteen years old he dies, and is buried. his babies, so tiny, are buried with him.

and so is his tunic with the little ducks that he loved so much he kept it long after it no longer fit.

there was once a little boy.

[somecunttookmyurl]

yeah i think that like. especially with historical figures in your mind people who were kings and queens or important nobles were adults. even if you know how old they were it doesn't really click. it doesn't seem real

but then you get something like a little tunic with brightly coloured ducks on it and it hits you like a fucking truck that this really was a little kid and no matter how far removed you are a little kid is still a little kid. their brains didn't develop any quicker back then. he was just as developed/mature mentally as any 8 year old now. he had cartoonish animals on his clothes and he played with toy boats and probably terrorised the local cat population.

tutankhamun was a child and he didn't make it to adulthood because he was unfortunate enough to be a very important child

his dad died when he was 8. he saw his own babies die when he was still just a boy himself.

but he had brightly coloured little ducks on his favourite shirt, and he kept it.

[somecunttookmyurl]

and he did not just keep the duckie shirt either

tutankhamun had a little pair of sandals with ducks on them. he had earrings decorated with ducks. he kept those, and other items of childhood clothing. some toys. keepsakes. things he loved, and treasured. he kept them all in a little wooden chest. the chest... was carved with ducks.

and that little duck chest, filled with things he kept from his childhood, was buried with him. maybe he was keeping them for the little babies who did not make it. maybe they just reminded him of good days and fun times.

but he was a little boy who thought ducks were just the best

[nevermindthewanderer]

Can someone provide evidence? It's a wonderful story but I'm not finding good resources except some mentions of embroidery which might be birds

[somecunttookmyurl]

I am in fact an Egyptologist and here you go

[tinsnip]

[yesterdaysprint]

The Kansas Industrialist, Manhattan, October 18, 1916

[marinella-ela]

[catboybiologist]

Cromch

[catboybiologist]

strongly agree with this sentiment, the sound is lovely here

[serenadeformice-deactivated2025]

Everyone loves me for my repetitive speech, my odd noises, my constant forgetfulness, and my repetitive speech

[official-lucifers-child]

thank you osha thank you shift limits thank you mandatory breaks thank you overtime pay thank you labour laws thank you workers rights thank you unions thank you protesters thank you advocates thank you workers!!!!!!!

[kirby-appreciation]

Sometimes I’m tired of being nice. One day your femur will be mine

[kirby-appreciation]

WRONG BLOG WRONG BLOG

[kirby-appreciation]

GUYS STOP REBLOGGIING THIS

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[caffeinatedopossum]

"I'm still kicking" is such a funny way to say "I'm still alive". Like lol. I'm still thrashing. Flailing. Writhing even. The violence remains.