Ata Demia

Trying to pretend that having a revision blog doesn't count as procrastination.

[ololygas]

[aroloverboy]

Beauty and the beast

[brieflyshadywolf]

op I love your art style and this story and oml this is so good

[motopoppp]

Lesbians. Lesbians. Lesbians!

L E S B I A N S!

[ssscreenwright-deactivated20201]

wait wait wait… Holy fuck. that was so beautiful

[fernlom]

I knew where it was going and was not disappointed

[lovey-dovey-writes-deactivated2]

Awwwww!

[blushy-idiot-trazz-deactivated2]

I smile every time I see this post 

[jpegfantasy]

Better Homes and Gardens’ New Decorating Book, Meredith, 1986 🏠

Salvaged & scanned by @jpegfantasy 🖨️

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[theradioghost]

in the words of the great Elizabethan wordsmith William Shakespeare, in Hamlet Act IV Scene V, “When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.” or, in the words of the great Twitter wordsmith @Horse_ebooks,

[ritavonbees]

this is 1947 Cincinnati Enquirer erasure

[marisatomay]

please do not forget your smash mouth

[daisychainsandsunrays]

My brain really be like maxi skirts, weird earrings, glossier, wanting to punch fascists, nice gardens, daisy chains,

[hedgehog-moss]

Over the past few months I have asked a male architect for ideas & drafts for the renovation of the farmhouse, and at every turn I am stunned by his utter disregard for any cleaning-related concerns. For example, he is very into the idea of having in the living-room a big, non-openable window near the ceiling—which, granted, looks pretty, like having a piece of blue sky when you raise your eyes, but immediately I’m like, with a high ceiling, how will I clean this? You can’t open it so you have to clean both sides separately, and you can’t easily reach either side. I’ll need a tool with an absurdly long telescopic handle. He says, a stepladder. I’m like, but I’ll need to carry it by myself to the living-room and the front of the house every time. “So?” So a very tall stepladder is heavy? And it will be hard not to get dirty water dripping down the wall. He reacts like he can’t believe he is being asked to bring the concept of dirty soap water into his grand designs, like these are base, trifling considerations, when to me it’s a crucial factor in the decision to add this decorative window.

Similarly we both agree on leaving most of the wood beams exposed because they’re old and beautiful, but when I ask if we ought to insulate in such a way as to cover every other one, so the remaining ones are farther apart and it’s harder for spiders to use them as ready-made anchors for their webs, he just looks disgusted, like “I am talking about Architecture and you bring up spiderwebs.” At this point I start to entertain the idea that men make horrible architects. You design someone’s house to give them a nice, convenient space to live in, not to make their life more difficult. A man who has never used a sponge in his life should not be allowed to graduate from architect school and that’s the end of it.

[d1rtypaws]

Coworker: nice day out huh?

Me, who watched a 2hr documentary about the Hindenburg disaster the night before and is desperately trying to share the information i learned: yeah, a real nice day, not at all like May 6, 1937 in Germany.

[mosticonicposts]

certified iconic post

[thecreepycookies]

physically i’m here but mentally i’m floating face down in a river

[adkinsmayo-deactivated20210918]

I really miss Cambridge 😪😪

[rodrickheffeley]

Virginia Woolf, Orlando || Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray || Richard Siken, War of the Foxes || Harry Styles, Falling

[planetclaires-deactivated202404]

that urge to climb the rooftop of ur house. where does it come from.

[musingsofbooboothefool-deactiva]

the gargoyle instinct

[coolxatu]

unquenchable desire to be the protag in an indie film about teenage disillusionment

[those-eyes-that-mouth]

Hulme, Manchester 1965, by Shirley Baker.

[jmelinaugarte]

wine drunk is the best drunk. makes u horny & intellectual. a lust-filled academic

[lets-throw-bacchanal]

All the cute nicknames Victor Frankenstein called his son throughout the book:

catastrophe 

miserable monster

demoniacal corpse to which I have so miserably given life

an ugly mummy

a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived,

the filthy daemon to whom I have given life

no human

the wretch whom I had created

sight tremendous and abhorred

unearthly ugly being

too horrible for human eyes

miserable head

vile insect

abhorred monster

wretched devil

you, whose joint wickedness might desolate the world

too horrible for human eyes to behold

the filthy mass that moved and talked

wretch whom I dreaded

villain

monster of my creation

fiend

figure most hideous and abhorred

+ bonus - all the cute ways captain Robert Walton described Victor’s son on 1 page:

a form which I cannot find words to describe

never did I behold a vision so horrible as his face, of such loathsome, yet appalling hideousness

tremendous being

scary and unearthly in his ugliness

Tag yourself I’m “the filthy mass that moved and talked” 

[tinywhisperswhispers]

Hello, I’m too horrible for the human eyes to behold

[shadowyatademia]

I am you, whose joint wickedness my desolate the world

[batmanego]

crying about cave paintings at 7:51 pm is a good exercise that i recommend

[batmanego]

there’s something so horribly, painfully human about cave paintings, particularly negative handprints like these

here are people, thousands of years ago, their hands stretched out in greeting. here are people who painted the world around them and saw fit to put themselves in there too. here are people who only said, “i was here. i was a person. i existed. don’t forget me.” here is a person reaching thousands of years into the future, saying “im alive. im alive”. and there’s nothing more human than that.

[venompray]

[marble-and-mahogany]

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