unwashed & somewhat slightly dazed

Qais / 20 / trans guy / Lahore, PK / part time bookseller + i write abt gay jinns. it's weird, i know. / check out my #lahore tag

[cryptotheism]

My goal in life is to be the person running the bookstore in the horror thriller where the protagonist has to go to track down a rune. I've got stupid hair and a vest or something. The protagonist shows me a rune drawn on a napkin and I say shit like "Aha! Just a moment!" Before skittering off for some gay ass book

[san-demetrio-corone]

Kyiv-based artist Alexey Kondakov uses surrealistic documentary photography to superimpose figures from classical artwork into everyday scenes of modern life. He is renowned for his Photoshopped collage series in which Kyiv, Ukraine served as the backdrop for characters from old world masterpieces. The artist merges the past and the present, showing with a deft eye how classical figures fit seamlessly into contemporary situations that, in themselves, are timeless.

[blessyouhawkeye]

forever thinking about that girl at my uni orientation who, after being told to pour out her water bottle before entering an event, looked at me and said "they tell us to stay hydrated and then make us pour out our water, this is like totally kafkaesque" and then poured out what was very obviously an entire water bottle full of whiskey. hope she's doing well.

[diana-andraste]

Cynocephali, or Dog-headed Men, 19th century

The dog-headed men of the Andaman Islands in the Bay of Bengal, as described in The Travels of Marco Polo, c. 1300

Line engraving

[swordmaid]

when the root of the tragedy was love.

[segamascott]

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

we gotta get back into revolving bookcases i'm begging

truly we allow the pinnacles of human achievement to wither and collapse into ashes in the wind

[queerofthedagger]

everything is about The Character except The Character who is about grief

[artbyblastweave]

Alright. Okay, Everybody listen up. We have good news and bad news. The bad news, the bad news is that as you've likely already noticed, The Beast without Measure or Mercy or Knowable Form has once again begun descending nightly from its highland lair to ravage our humble farming village, we are, once again, being ravaged. You've likely already noticed. That's the bad news. That's bad. The good news is, uh, the good news is that right now it appears to be exclusively attacking and devouring all of the, uh, all of the very small children. Specifically the babies. No, hang on, shut up, shut up, all of you shut- No, I don't want it eating the babies, Jesus, lady, let go of me- I'm just saying that it's not really negatively affecting our ability to respond strategically by doing so. Because besides a few bouts of grief-induced catatonia we're still at like 99% operational capacity here, right? The babies were all very cute but they were not gonna be the ones packing into this hovel to come up with a game plan. Babies weren't the ones with institutional knowledge of how this thing was banished last time, babies aren't the ones who know how to forge pitchforks and light torches. In fact, babies didn't do shit around here! Easily our weakest link. If it was starting with the twenty somethings we'd really be fucked. I mean forget about the athletics involved of the monster hunting, we would not be getting the harvest in before first frost

[artbyblastweave]

Look, everyone, just- okay, I get it, many of you liked your babies, a couple of you still do, I get it, I get it, I get it, but put me down and think big picture here! We are a humble farming village. We were always gonna lose a bunch of 'em to mountain scurvy and mumps and all that humble farming village shit. It's just that this time it's a Beast of Form Unknowable that bursts through your wall at night and eats your kid right out of your arms, so you're experiencing the loss as a sudden sharp shock instead of as a long winding despair where you're watching it happen while knowing you can't do dick about it because the marauders marauded off with all our seed corn. For example. It's not part of the, the background radiation of your life yet, that aching, ambient sense of failure, yours or the worlds, you aren't quite sure. You'll never be sure. But once you've gotten used to never being sure? Well, compared to someone of fighting age, the turnaround time on a new baby is actually pretty- guys. Guys. Please put me down

[cyberbabka]

Brazil (1985) // dir. Terry Gilliam DoP: Roger Pratt

[noxlunella]

cats in churches compilation

[uncle-alam]

İn your experience does time tone down most pains?

No, it simply passes and changes all things else.

[fairyinthetrees]

running off to smoke weed with the fairies in the forest and im not coming back this time

[uncle-alam]

I continue to grow with an angry God and a mother who tells me to be ashamed of who I am in His service sometimes it feels like we don't know the same God at all n e wayz just packed up all the gosht into the freezer my clothes permanently smell of Bakra #EidMubarak

I feel so weird talking about faith with y'all idk why it's like I'm intensely aware that none of you really believe the way I do so if I'm doing it it's something kind of foolish like how do you still hold onto that hope? Isn't it kind of naive? And then I get home and feel disgusted about feeling foolish because I know none of you think like that and I'm the idiot making it bigger (or smaller?) in my head than it really is

The most prominent memory I have of your grandmother is when we told her about the stupid lie that I told my mum in a moment of fear that she was a converted Muslim and how you made that lie worse by upon prompting of how she became Muslim said that oh you know there were lots of alternative cultures in America when she was growing up (😭😭😭?????) and she said well it's not a lie when I got married they kicked a fuss and said you need to say the qalma and I said it cause i knew it meant nothing to me. And what i really admired was how certain she was in her faith and I remember she told me one other time that this lady invited her over just to quiz her and try to muslimize her and she turned it back on the lady and I think it's hard or maybe it isn't? I've always believed that faith gets stronger by being tested but then that feels like it's true in concept and not as much in reality. Cause really most days it feels like what my faith gives me is guilt and another thing to try not to think about

Anywayzzzzz. You sent me vms lol I was listening to those I just saw you get so many fascinating anons and I'm like I should add to this

At least for me I have never found anyone with faith to be foolish. I look up to anyone who can hold it with strength. Sometimes I'm even envious because I wish I could muster up the same belief. It's almost as if everyone knows something I don't. Some key to life. Of course this probably isn't true but just showing you an inverse of your worries that exist in my own life.

The only thing I find concerning is how you use faith to be tough on yourself. Or guilty. Feels like an injustice to faith & to yourself.

[baebeylik]

Esther 4.11-16; Ezekiel 16.28-35; Ezekiel 16.39-45; Esther 4.3-7. Egypt, 3rd Century CE.

The Chester Beatty Collection.

[uncle-alam]

how do u cope with grief? you love kathy so much

I don't cope with it. Loss happens to you and you don't get any say in the matter. Something happens that isn't going to unhappen. And once it's happens you'll cry you'll scream you'll beg but you won't be able to go back. Time passes. There's a new day. You have to brush your teeth, get your work done. And very gradually and cruelly life moves on. And most unforgivably of all you move on with it.

[uncle-alam]

What's eid like?

Uneventful.

Back when my extended family was alive (the Pakistani side, all Muslim though non practicing) it was really lively. This would have been pre 2020. We had Eid prayers in the lawn followed by a big breakfast. People from all over would come to the old house for Eid. I remember every Eid morning, getting dressed and immediately ruining my clothes while running around with other children and jumping in the mud. I would get Eidi, and then go out and buy ice cream with other kids. We never sacrificed any animals in the house. Largely because it was a hassle & too gorey. Besides nobody was really that religious to care.

Now most of my extended family has passed away. So that's my great grand parents, my grandparents & their siblings. All cousins and aunts and such have moved abroad. So now it's just me and my dad. We don't have any family to visit on Eid. So we just get dressed and sit around. Maybe we visit one of my dad's friends. Maybe I go over to my neighbor/friend's house and take photos of her in her Eid outfit. Not much otherwise.