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happy mother's day kos (or some say kosm)
I do think my mental state has shifted in a different direction because I didn’t feel the need to reblog pastoral to die in the country dinner with my mother scene this mother’s day
I’m not asocial I’m eusocial and if you don’t mind I have to scuttle home to Mother now
(in a “you all need to get into RSS” type of guy voice) You all need to get into RSS
Dailies, May 25 - 31, 2015
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Maria silent hill 2 listen to me. You need to leave James Sunderland for the green m&m
Microsoft: Emoticon T-Shirt (1999)
"The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you are split in half."
- Mark "Cleftin" Twain
starting art time with this nanami from last month
Reblog if you love DS2 because you are one of the best people irl and super loyal and able to see beauty in imperfections but are also a contrarian who is “cool” and “totes jacked off” for liking the black sheep of the Dark Souls family while having no actual personality outside of these traits
A QUEEN
Okay, I don’t normally add on to posts but in this case I’ve got to.
Rachel Ann Bovier is a Pittsburgh legend who has been publishing her poems in city newspapers for decades. In more recent years, she started putting up these bill boards along major roads. For what reason? I have no clue. But I would often pass them on my way to Oakland for therapy. They never failed to cheer me up.
As a young trans writer, they gave me this precious little spark of joy. There was someone like me, a writer, a Pittsburgher, a trans person, who was confident enough to put their face on a bill board! I would always smile as we passed by and my mom took note.
Fast forward a few years and it’s my 21st birthday. My mom has been super excited about my gift and teased me about it over and over again. She said it was the best gift she’d ever gotten me and in many ways she was right. It was a custom poem she commissioned from Miss Bouvier! It congratulated me on my birthday, my academic success, lots of little stuff. It was simple and sweet and perfect.
I’m still not out to my parents about being trans, but that poem serves as a reminder to me that trans people are every where, they are artists, they are all ages, and their visibility is essential. So thank you to Rachel Ann Bouvier for being a great poetess and a Pittsburgh treasure!
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i dreamt a robot grabbed me by the arm as i was running away and her hollow plastic hand filled up with my blood
Hey, everyone.
With the release of The Backrooms movie, I thought I'd again share an essay I wrote a couple of years ago that looks at this series of fictional locations from the angle of architecture, old and new, built and unbuilt: "Heavenly Purgatories: The Postmodern Labyrinth."
The thing about zombies and budget motels is that both are as fungible as they are transitional — again, neither alive nor dead. The zombie’s identity is a lack of individuality, and this lack is only augmented by the zombie’s usual mass presence. Go to any Motel 6 in the United States and you’ll find pretty much the same thing. Of course, that’s the point. This reliability, this flattening of regional differentiation, and its enforcement by mass quantity, is the basis of the almighty Brand, and its pervasiveness is a quality we have internalized since its global establishment. No wonder, then, that the Backrooms and its relations have that potent vibe of familiarity. In a way, the Backrooms is a collective dark fantasy born out of the industrio-consumerist landscape — a landscape where all sorts of mutilative efficiencies and conveniences, funneling back to an altar for a Molochian machine god, have deprived so many of our built realms of aesthetic sensitivity.
Reblob for the weekend/Sunday crowd.
rewatched it follows that shit holds up
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