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🌒- 👀warm. you know who you are. 🔗 - agar tum saath ho
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if i look back, i am lost
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tags
🎀 - lil old me
💌 - anything and everything love.
🖇️ - words, weaves
🪽 - gender fuckery
🩹- blood
🌒- 👀warm. you know who you are. 🔗 - agar tum saath ho
"Because you need your mother. You need that maternal love. You need to be receiving that love. And when it's a sexual love that you are given, it's very, very complex. Your whole relationship with your sexual identity is tied in with your desire to be loved as a child. You can't get a more desperate need for a character to be loved by the masses for who he is." –Sam Reid
in my head you're alive and we sit down for dinner and talk it all out
On Friendship.
I COULD JUST EAT YOU UP.
Hiroshima mon amour by Marguerite Duras / Where It Begins by Erica Jong / If My Body Could Speak by Blythe Baird / Absence by Pablo Neruda / Vacillator - Ethel Cain / Ravenous (1999), dir. Antonia Bird / 'Wendigo – Flesheater of the Forests' on Legends of America / The Terror, S01 E09 (1) / The Cherry Orchard by Anton Chekhov / King Lear, Act 4, Scene 2 / Delta of Venus by Anaïs Nin / 'Meat' by Wiesław Szamborski (acrylic on canvas) / from the 'Lustmord' series by Jenny Holzer (ink on skin) / from the 'O Grande Corpo' series by Fábio Magalhães / The Hunger Moon; A key to common lethal fungi by Marge Piercy / John 6, King James Bible / Midnight Mass Ep 05 / from Stratis Thalassinos Among the Agapanthi by George Seferis / 'Dead Inside' by tumblr user @bluefolder / from the 'Broken Ladies' series by Jessica Harrison / The Thorn Merchant by Yusuf Komunyakaa / Hannibal S01 Ep 01 / Bubblegum Bitch - MARINA / Yellowjackets S01 Ep 01 / Jack and the Beanstalk (Joseph Jacobs' 1890 rendition) / Lady Lazarus By Sylvia Plath / The Terror, S01 E09 (2) / Gangs of New York (2002), dir. Martin Scorsese / Dr. William Kirsh, based on the Torah of HaRav Yochanan Zweig
“Because he was my friend and because I wanted to run away with him.”
Hannibal 02x13 - Mizumono // Ethel Cain - A House in Nebraska
José Olivarez - Citizen Illegal / You (2018) / Tory Adkisson - Anecdote of the Pig / Phoebe Bridgers - Killer / Luzon bleeding-heart, artist unknown / Hannibal (2013) / Skins (2007) / Sierra DeMulder - Mrs. Dahmer
Emily L., Marguerite Duras // Bertrand Russell, What Desires are Politically Important? // Octavio Paz, "The House of Glances" // Mitski—Francis Forever // Chen Chen, When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities // VIVINOS and QMENG, Alien Stage (Round 6) // Bryan Fuller, Hannibal (2013) // Richard Siken, "Little Monster" // Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays // Mitski—I Bet on Losing Dogs
obsessed with the fact that hannibal is technically a horror show but half the fandom watches it like it’s a slowburn romcom with occasional cannibalism
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Your partner came back from the dead after being missing for decades. Every one of their friends who they went with ended up dying a horrible death.
Now, somehow, their entire mental health is based on the continued life and happiness of this fairground goldfish that they picked up.
Neither of you know the first thing about how to care for even a healthy fish. This fish has been poorly cared for, has multiple diseases and the person who handed it over explicitly didn't expect it to live nearly as long as it already has.
You're frantically googling how to set up a fish tank, where to buy fish food, can you even take a fish to the vet? Your partner wants you to know that they're happy they made it home and survived their horrific ordeal, but also that if anything happens to the fish then they're going to kill everyone on this planet and then themself.
You're honestly wondering if you're even helping the fish, or just prolonging its suffering, but your partner will only accept medical help for their many injuries or engage in basic self-care once they're confident that the fish is being looked after.
So you get a tank. You set up a filter and all that stuff. You learn way more than you ever wanted to know about water temperature and ph and nitrate levels. The fish is safe. You start to develop some affection for the little guy. Your partner begins to recover. The fish begins to recover.
Which is when you learn that in its 'healthy' state, the fish regularly refuses to sleep when tired, keeps begging for food that is obviously unhealthy for it (and struggling to eat the food that you do provide because “it tastes gross”), and continually tries to persuade your partner to take it out of its nice safe tank so it can go explore the wonderful world of Outside, where the slightest mishap will kill it instantly.
Your name is Adrian, and you kind of wants to strangle this fucking fish, statement.
you figured love was an invention of the movies and the poets and the romantics. in some ways you are a romantic, and certainly you loved your friends and music and the sunrise. but a love like that - the icon - it is as real as a unicorn or a mermaid. sure, maybe in the history of humankind there has been something similar, the way a unicorn was maybe a rhino, or a mermaid was a manatee. over the hands of a real story, the magic had been added in; a fiction. sometimes people seemed very happy, this was an observable fact. but you thought that the statistical likelihood that you could experience such a thing was just not very likely.
sometimes you wondered if you even could. your first "boyfriend" was a spring of a thing. sometimes at night you'd think he's very nice. i should feel more for him. so maybe love was like a birthday: despite all the marketing, it just was never going to be very exciting. you tried love again, of course, you're an optimist and this is what society has told you is best. it all felt sort of fragile and lonely. you loved people because you do love people; you find it easy to do so. you love them like coffee or your cat's soft fur. but when men walked through your life: you never felt that magic. never felt that thing that is the cursed princess's cure. moonstruck. while you do admittedly sometimes want a family - you never found yourself picturing a husband, couldn't understand the allure.
and then the moon split a star into a person. and you finally met her.
we need to deplatform ariana grande.
"don't comment on people's bodies!" i wouldn't usually do so, no. however, do not act like what is happening is a usual situation. also, do not gaslight me. i grew up in the 90s-00s. i remember when y'all would comment about how "fat" extremely-thin celebrities were. the push to not comment on people's bodies was, at least in part, to prevent eating disorders. also, this rule only seems to be followed when it is someone hyper-thin - every time a woman on the red carpet is even a little bloated, comments fly.
most importantly: she's a public figure. she is quite literally a model for swarovski. she is currently on tour. she regularly posts pictures of herself in ways that highlight her exposed bones. this is not a private citizen. she is making millions of dollars and is not in any way hiding what we all see to be true. it could also be argued that she is going so far as to highlight and sexualize her current figure.
her PR team - and there is one - obviously knows there is an issue here. they would have most likely released a statement if it was a health issue. they can do so without violating her privacy. so far she is quoted as saying she's "the healthiest" she's ever been. meanwhile her instagram content would have been flagged 5 years ago for being "thinspo."
research shows that exposure to ultra-thin body types does encourage self-image issues in young girls and women. to quote NEDA: "Of American elementary school girls who read magazines, 69% say that the pictures influence their concept of the ideal body shape. 47% say the pictures make them want to lose weight." I cannot even imagine what social media is doing on a much larger scale.
due to social pressures, you can "catch" an eating disorder. eating disorders are also the most deadly mental illness to have.
anecdotally, before i recovered, figures like her would have been extremely triggering for me. most people who have any passing experience with this content will agree: it is becoming harder to fight the internalization of those thoughts.
this is not because i dislike her. i have no opinion on her actually. it literally has nothing to do with her as a performer or as a person. however, there is a reason people fought to deplatform eugenia cooney: it is not because we seek to abandon that person, but instead because their behavior is genuinely concerning and they should not be given massive amounts of access to the public.
if she was self-harming or doing drugs (or god forbid shaving her head), companies would be too "concerned" with their public image to support her as a model. but she is just... too skinny, and it's okay to be skinny, because we as a society hate fatness.
as more and more celebrities follow in her wake, we are beginning to see hyper-thinness as being "normal" or "toned" where it is not normal nor is it toned - it is often extreme thinness.
and no, there is nothing wrong with being skinny. every time i comment on something related to this, some skinny person regales me with times they've been attacked by some kind of pro-fat mafia - as if that makes my point untrue; as if private suffering negates the existence of public research. eating disorders are real, and they are dangerous, and if you feel attacked because i am concerned about the normalization of sick bodies as role models - you need to go outside and talk to any fat person. what i am talking about is more important than your personal validation that your life was hard. if you're thin, you can just be thin, i am not stopping you nor am i judging you. i beg you, please think rationally about what i am actually saying. it is not a reflection on you; nor on your body; nor on your experience. this is about a popular performer displaying signs of an extremely dangerous mental illness.
she has done great work for charities. she's a great singer and actress. i do not know what she went through. my heart hurts for her and the pain she's clearly in. my understanding is that it is not uncommon for victims of sexual assault to develop an eating disorder. whatever is happening to her, i really, really hope she gets the help she so clearly needs.
in the meantime, though. she should not be on billboards. she should not be posting thinspo disguised as normal pictures. she should not be touting her health and wellness. she should not be held up as a paragon of sex and wealth.
she is categorically, visibly unwell.
i know ai won't win because i broke my favorite mug.
the lines on the bottom say do not microwave but i have been microwaving it for 7 years now. i put it away wet and it must have slid off the counter. it broke into 6 pieces. my girlfriend says this is proof a ghost that lives in my house; particularly because it is a black mug with a ouija board design. i think it is proof that i should dry things before i put them away.
i had superglue from an abandoned art project. it took me four days. inspired by kintsugi, i painted the seams golden. it is my first time doing anything like this, and it was more error than trial. i do not have any fancy materials. there is a thick band of gold across the no, so it reads like a diphthong now, N\O. a part of it broke in an almost-perfect peace sign, oddly round.
it will not be watertight anymore, it cannot be a mug. i'll reuse it as a flower pot. it will go on my back porch. it is kind of ugly, really. i didn't do an excellent job.
i spent every minute of this repair thinking about how often i had used it. how many little rituals it has been a part of. it is a big mug, but not a soup mug, which i loathe. it is perfect for two hands to hold. i have used it almost daily, so often that many of the details have worn off. my own skin did that - almost a decade of shared warmth.
none of the times i have told this story has a single person said what do you mean you have a favorite mug. not a single person who has seen the resulting half-maimed piece has said why would you put that back together? not a single person has said this is a waste of time. not a single person has told me what's the point of this? if you want to find a new mug, just use AI.
somewhere someone is probably using AI to draw an image or write a poem, i know that is true. but i think it is also probably true that most of us are going to write and read and draw and dance just because. that the process of doing so is not for a goal or a specific benefit, but because for thousands of years now - when a piece of pottery breaks, we try to fix it. for thousands of years - long before capitalism had any say in it - humans have been doing things just for the experience of it. for the fuck of it. for the love of the game.
ai is not going to win because i cut my thumb while i did it. ai is not going to win because i kept thinking about my all friends who do ceramics, how they're always asking me if i want to join them for a lesson. i was thinking about every person i've ever shared a coffee with. i was thinking about who i was when i bought this mug (graduate student. could barely afford the off-season thing on clearance). i was thinking about how many hands have held this, how many people i've been since.
ai is not going to win because i didn't do a perfect job of it.
my sister-in-law and i recently had a conversation about how one of her coworkers uses Chat instead of reading self-help books. and we both looked at each other about that, the stunned silence of rabbits. "can you imagine?" we said. what's even the point to it.
did i tell you? i had this dream once. we as the earth decided that for one moment, we'd all go outside and sing. any note we wanted, any way. it could be a howl or a scream or a high c. the noise we made together - it was the most beautiful harmony. this, i thought. this is the natural state of things.
one of the best things ive learned from you is to say "maybe when we know each other more" when someone asks me anything about me and i dont want to say no
another i learnt from you is picking up what to respond to when they text a string of texts
dean calling sam a crybaby
he's stuffing his fingers into Sam's mouth while Sam is hiccupping, and it's a little too deep and Sam is choking on it, but he lets him, eyes trained on the flex of Dean's other hand- the one that's planted by his head as Dean fucks him from behind. and he gags as Dean pushes his fingers and cock simultaneously deeper, drools around Dean's fingers and shoves his face further into the pillow because he doesn't want his big brother to see him cry
"fuckin' crybaby sammy"