I like to say "my mises! They're not en place!" sometimes when I forget something while cooking but no one ever thinks it's funny
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I like to say "my mises! They're not en place!" sometimes when I forget something while cooking but no one ever thinks it's funny
#my mises aren't even en SCENE Tags by @copperbadge
Pierre Fouché. 1994.77 or Lebenslänglichen Explosionsglück, 2020.
Rayon chords from a World War II parachute.
PBY Blister Gunner, Rescue at Rabaul, 1944, photo by Horace Bristol
oh my god he did a bobbin lace. out of parachute cords, both military and protective in nature. of the guy who saved someone from the water and then ran to fire his gun with his fine ass out. This is so gorgeous and so gay
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[ID: John Brophy's "Bat Girl". It is an oil painting of a young girl holding a bat to her chest and petting it like a cat.
The bat's wings are outstretched as if hugging her back, and she is looking down on it fondly.
In the background is a dark forest, at sunset, with two more bats flying. End ID]
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autumn/winter affirmations:
7 p.m. is not late
your day is not over at 7 p.m.
you are allowed to leave your house after it gets dark
7 p.m. is so early
Alexis Mata — I Dreamed of a Forest, the Sun Between Mountains, Sunset, Colours Divided (oil on canvas, 2023)
“don’t take it personally” how would you like me to take it then? professionally? romantically? academically?
things are going to be difficult. But you
are going to be difficulter
thats the spirit!!!!! be a problem to your problems!!!!!!!!! mark your territory! !!!!!!!
nosferatu? non. VOSferatu. c'est pas mon problême
inception is a decent movie but there's so much horror tragedy potential written into its premise and the implications of its worldbuilding and being able to see that and do nothing about it makes me feel deranged
dream technology was developed by the military "so soldiers could practice shooting, stabbing and strangling each other". the only way to escape a dream before it ends is by killing yourself or convincing someone to kill you. you can live entire lifetimes in a dream, only to wake up to the disorientation of realising that only hours have passed in the waking world. prolonged exposure to dream-sharing tech carries the high risk of inducing psychosis to the point that you can no longer tell the difference between dreams and reality. you can carry a "totem" that behaves differently in a dream to counter this, but if anyone else gets their hands on it and figures out how it works, it's game over. dreaming is so addictive that some people sacrifice their waking lives to keep dreaming for longer. people can be hired to break into your mind and take anything they want from it, down to your most intimate parts, and sell them for profit. if that's not paranoia-inducing enough, entering someone else's mind carries the risk of being hunted down and torn to pieces by manifestations of their own psyche in a subconscious act of self-defence that cannot be controlled, because what you are doing is invasive and violent. the premise of the film rests on a superrich man hiring a group of people to fundamentally alter a man's identity because inheriting his father's corporation has the potential to make him a BUSINESS COMPETITOR. the leader of said heist team is so haunted by the suicide of his wife that he (unintentionally) caused by violating her mind to the point of madness that he locks the rest of them into a labyrinth of his own guilt, stalked by the minotaur her vengeful ghost. oh, and on the right cocktail of drugs, you can't wake up from a nightmare, and will instead end up in pure unconstructed unreality, surrounded only by decaying structures built by those who inhabited it before you, whose intentions and regrets might still haunt the landscape like a malevolent physical presence.
and you still have to go to work in the morning!
no animal was harmed during the making of this video. not one. for the few minutes that we were shooting film, the guns of each hunter fell silent. the industrial bolt throwers observed a moment's peace and the jaws of every predator hung softly open. no fish bit any hook and the bait worms held off on drowning only until the cameras stopped. the tails of ruminants ceased to flick just as their attendant flies, in unison, landed on their flanks to catch their tiny breaths. a spider instantly stopped winding silk around a wasp, patiently waiting for the caesura to end. a young veterinarian paused with the syringe in their hand. somewhere, a colicky baby stopped biting its mother's nipple and nursed happily for the very first time. we're sorry. we're sorry it couldn't have been longer. we didn't know this would happen.
Sam Handwich.
If Pikiwedia says it it must be true.
pokemon blood and pokemon bone where you osmosis jones your way through some creature to discover microscopic pokemon
I can get behind that
(Top to bottom: tardigrades, staphylococcus aureus, and mash up of various fungi)
*doctor places stethoscope on my chest* “Good news and bad news: here’s the good news, I can hear it chanting it’s own name, so diagnosis is easy. The bad news is… you’ve got tuberculosa.”