summer

[ilyarozanovtappinghisface4ochki]

Why is it always: *Ghosted*

And never: I am imperfect but I will humble myself before you.

[mymovingstory]

“I cannot stop thinking of you. From the mornings you ease. to the evenings you quiet, to the dreams you inhabit, my thoughts of you never end. I am yours, Daphne. I have always been yours.”

- Duke of Hastings, Bridgerton

[warm-suggestions]

Things you don’t need to feel guilty about: eating, how you look, standing up for yourself, relaxing, sleeping in, taking a mental health day, saying “no.”

[slfcare]

When things are coming up (new workplace, a trip, a presentation) they feel scary sometimes because you’re not ready for them. The biggest mistake you can make is to think that you not being ready is just a state you’re in forever, when in reality it’s often just a matter of time. If you’re afraid, try not to use it as an excuse but as an indication that there’s room f improvement. Until the time comes, figure out what you can do in preparation, where you can ask for help, what you can practice and improve. You are dynamic: you have the ability to grow into the version of yourself who, despite the fact that they’re still a little nervous, is ready for whatever’s coming.

[screnarchive-deactivated2022042]

prompts that hit in all the right places

showing up outside your enemy's door

only one bed

knife against the throat

“it’s always been you” kisses

exclaiming “because i love you” during an argument

rain kisses

''use me''

having to undress your love interest to be able to tend to their wounds, trying your best not to stare at their bare-chest

being pushed to the ground/wall with your hands pinned down

sexual tension when tending to someone's wound

“I didn’t know where else to go”

fake dating (it was real all along)

confessing your feelings to someone you think are asleep

“it’s not like I’ll ever see [that person again]” while said person's standing behind them, suitcase in hand, about to reveal they’re moving back into town

''make me''

a character claiming they’re not going to do ~the thing~ but in the next frame is seen ~doing the thing~

“nothing is ever going to happen between us!”

two strangers bumping into each other on the street, instant attraction (not love. attraction! think instant case of god you’re hot)

during a stressful situation, a character can be seen running back into their house ‘’forgot my keys’’ *runs back out* *runs back in* ‘’forgot my wallet’’

the italicized “oh”

“what is it that you don’t get? i’m not attracted to [this person]!” cut to scene of the person in question staring longing at the object of their desire

going to sleep on different sides of the bed but waking up entangled

going to sleep in different beds but sneaking into the other's to snuggle

forehead kisses but it's the male being kissed on the forehead

dancing together, one of them takes the other’s hand, kisses it

''what you're doing right now is really stupid but you're so cute i can't help but laugh at it''

''let's kiss just to see what it's like''

when someone's like… i don’t know… hurt or something… and the other person's like… tending to their wounds… and then just… wrap their lover their arms, thankful they’re alive

when a character is taken hostage by the antagonist, and their lover goes absolutely ballistic, doing everything in their power to protect their lover, and the antagonist has to restrain them, but it doesn't stop this character from trying to get to their lover, doesn’t matter what happens to them, doesn’t matter if they get beaten as long as their lover's safe

[chibird]

The puppy pals can hear when angry eyebrows puppy gets fired up and always come running over with marshmallows to toast. 🔥

Chibird store | Positive pin club | Webtoon

[chibird]

The puppy pals can hear when angry eyebrows puppy gets fired up and always come running over with marshmallows to toast. 🔥

Chibird store | Positive pin club | Webtoon

[popculturepagan]

My school created a God.

I am a student at an art university.

There is an infamous building on our campus, called “Montgomery House” or more commonly, “Monty.” Monty is the building for animation, game design, special effects, sound design, and basically everything that requires highly powerful, highly specialized computers and software. The building is infamous for a couple of reasons. It’s located pretty far away from any other building, for one. The building itself used to be a coffin factory, no joke.  Another is the building has no windows. None. There are also no clocks anywhere. Once you enter Monty, you are completely separated from the flow of time and the light of day.  Probably the reason Monty is most known though is because students in the “monty majors” have to spend a lot of time there. A lot. It is not uncommon for somebody to spend more than a few days exclusively within the sunless, dark walls of Monty. If you go to the building, it is not surprising to see students sleeping on the floor, on the few chairs available, on the computers. Some bring sleeping bags and rations. Some just forgo sleep, buy espresso shots and work. The entire building just smells of coffee and sweat. It really seems like an exageration, but its not hyperbole. 

Why I bring this up is because of something that’s started recenetly. Inside the building, the school has hung up artwork on the walls from other majors as is typical on campus. One of the artworks was a self-portrait painting of a man with long, scraggly brown hair and a full beard looking pensively off into the distance. The painting became known as “Monty Jesus.”

Students, in their desperation for their files to render, or the computers to work, began to offer prayers to Monty Jesus. Soon, they began writing their prayers and taping them next to the painting. The wall is now covered, completly plastered, in prayers to Monty Jesus for things like “Fix the wifi” and “let me live through finals” and more simply “help me.” Candles have been added. Literal candles are placed around Monty Jesus in hopes he will help them.

This is how religions are born. Monty Jesus is considered a “joke”, but people at Monty still hold…. quite a lot of superstitious faith in the concept. There is even talk of a “Monty Satan” that creates software failures. It might be in jest, but these students really are hoping for some force to help them. And they’ve given it a name, an image, and respect.  Monty Jesus is real, and I’m sure of it. The desperate students have created their own spirit and their own form of worship, out of need.

Religion, spirituality, didn’t stop being relevant. It didn’t stop being something people need and want, and have the desire to create. It’s still happening, and it always will as long as their are people.  The spirit of creation, new deities and new worship, is alive and well today and should not be ignored simply because it is “new” or “a joke.”

[kaible-deactivated20181205]

Monty Jesus is Real and Strong and Our Friend

[beyoursledgehammer]

SCAD is such a weird and magical place.

[m0nk3y-bl0g]

As soon as I saw “Monty” I knew this was about my school

[metalheadequestrian]

I go to this school and I can confirm he is real. Another weird happening that occurred in the dorm adjacent to Monty is the smashed fly incident. Basically, someone smashed a fly on the stairway wall in the dorm and, because no janitor in this building ever bothers to thoroughly clean the place, the fly stayed there for a good few weeks. Eventually, one of the students wrote “ART” next to the fly with a sharpie, and a few days after that, someone made a tiny frame and name tag to accompany the art piece

Eventually some fool took this beautiful art piece down, and someone wrote a goddamn article about it in our school newspaper

which prompted several students to erect a mini shrine on the stairwell in honor of the smashed fly. Art school is truly a magical place.

[animentality]

Your school is a microcosm of how human culture develops, incredible.

[saintrobot]

That’s called an egregore!

[deokmis]

It’s bedtime

[badbuddhism]

Spiritual life is not about becoming someone special but discovering a greatness of heart within us and every being. It is an invitation to inwardly drop our opinions, our views, our ideas, our thoughts, our whole sense of time and ourselves, and come to rest in no fixed position.

- Jack Kornfield

[xiaq]

Ever since I found out that earthworms have taste buds all over the delicate pink strings of their bodies, I pause dropping apple peels into the compost bin, imagine the dark, writhing ecstasy, the sweetness of apples permeating their pores. I offer beets and parsley, avocado, and melon, the feathery tops of carrots.

I’d always thought theirs a menial life, eyeless and hidden, almost vulgar—though now, it seems, they bear a pleasure so sublime, so decadent, I want to contribute however I can, forgetting, a moment, my place on the menu.

Feeding the Worms by Danusha Laméris

[obiwan]

ETERNALS (2021) + Text posts.

[slfcare]

How something feels isn’t always how something is. Sometimes what feels like the end of the world is just the end of an era, and what feels impossible is just difficult, and what feels like betrayal is just miscommunication. One of the most important things you’ll learn in life is to not limit the world to your perception of it.

[india422]

Me when Sprite got knocked out with that rock:

[palladiumfragments]

i kidnapped an archangel at fourteen, dreamt of great things in my mediocre shell while i vomit words on paper and on somebody's skin. but all the while i despise the words that have gushed out of me because i can never tell a story that isn't my own. there is just so much to tell, in each layer peeled there is always a child that did not go on. my shoulders are galleries for all the times i am my own pallbearer, and if you listen closely you can hear the salt water lapping at the sides of the caskets— their god-given requiem. for comfort i fling myself into the arms of erstwhile sunsets and stay there for a while until i'm ready to be held again. the truth is i'm perpetually lost. but unlike atlantis no one will blow up their lungs looking for me because i am not that lost. i hide my laughter in the soils with traces of stardust in it in hopes of sprouting there one day. so maybe it's okay if they drown me out because someone might still stumble upon my little made-up worlds and keep it. all these i confess to the little meals i make for myself so i don't have to hold back tears in front of you.

— autumn artemis, excerpt from a yet untitled collaboration

[summersugar]

Whoops

[theoptia]

Euripides, from Medea; tr. by Oliver Taplin

﹙ Text ID: CHORUS LEADER: You would become the wretchedest of women. MEDEA: Then let it be. ﹚