Coyote Editorial by Camille Marc Roquet modeled by Chloé Thomas
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Coyote Editorial by Camille Marc Roquet modeled by Chloé Thomas
“I’m always afraid others might talk about me. I’ve failed in everything. I didn’t dare think of being something; I didn’t even dream of thinking about being something, because even in my dreams - in my visionary state as a mere dreamer - I realized I was unfit for life. No feeling can lift my head from the pillow where I’ve let it sink in desperation, unable to deal with my body or even with the idea that I’m alive, or even with the abstract idea of life. I don’t speak the language of any reality, and I stagger among the things of life like a sick man who finally got up after being bedridden for months. Only in bed do I feel like part of normal life. It pleases me to get a fever, since it seems perfectly natural to my recumbent state. Like a flame in the wind I flutter and get dizzy. Only in the dead air of closed rooms do I breathe the normality of my life.”
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
i should have acted out in school more none of the consequences mattered actually
when i was 12 i babysat this girl for a few years and she would come to me and show me her art, drag me by my wrists and point at the pieces she’d made during the week. and she’d be like “do the voice” and i’d put on a sports-announcer olympics-style voice and be like “such form! this level of coloring! why i haven’t seen such perfection in crayola in a long time. and what is this? why jeff, now this is a true risk… it seems she’s made … a monochrome pink canvas…. i haven’t seen this attempted since winter 1932… and i gotta say, jeff, it’s absolutely splendid” and she’d fall back giggling. at the end of every night she’d check with me: “did you really like it?” and i’d say yes and talk about something i noticed and tucked her in.
she was just accepted into 3 major art schools. she wrote me a letter. inside was a picture from when she was younger. monochrome pink.
“thank you,” it said, “to somebody who saw the best in me.”
i hate when vampires in media have a human partner and theyre like "i will never drink from you i couldnt ever hurt you like that" like why the heck not?? are you a coward?? whats the point of dating a vampire if they arent ever gonna cover your neck with kisses and then bite you and drink your blood? absolutely ridiculous and very unsexy send post
aren’t you tired of being gender conforming? don’t you just want to be sexy?
Pages from William Blake’s working notebook, in which he started writing around 1787.
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Anya Taylor-Joy as Emma Woodhouse EMMA. (2020) dir. Autumn de Wilde
Figure 1: the Snail
this year I was a snail in the soil and next year I want to be a snail on the soil
“the only way lesbians can not like dick is if they’ve been traumatized by men, and even then they should still try to get themselves to like trans women’s dicks because its totally not the same” is the lefty version of “lesbians only exist because they’ve been hurt by men, and so they need to overcome that unnatural aversion because they will meet the right man eventually”