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A little cheese some fruit some tea THATS an afternoon

has anyone else noticed that being alive is like. not the most dignified experience ever

🌅🌌Endless Skies: Soft Pastel Sunsets Kissing the Ocean

Bothersome beast, comforting friend

i think all quiet on the western front and the lord of the rings are in direct conversation with each other, as in theyre the retelling of the same war with one saying here’s what happened, we all died, and it did not matter at all and another going hush little boy, of course we won, of course your friends came back

Peter Ilsted

via @/_weloveyou__ on tiktok

one day I'll be living peacefully in a nice cozy apartment and nothing's gonna bother me

Ophelia (2018) // November Nights, Arden Mae // House of the Dragon (2022-) // Persephone Returns, Emily Rose Cole // Ophelia, Friedrich Wilhelm Theodor Heyser // Mystery of Love, Sufjan Stevens // Fire with Fire (1986) // Spring and All, Cathy Park Hong // On-drakón (2015) // The Complex Sentence, Tony Hoagland // The Musketeers (2014-2016) // [from a letter], Sylvia Plath // 1883 (2021-22) // The Leaving Season, Jihyun Yun // Dorian Gray (2009) // The Lady of Shalott, Alfred Tennyson // Anne of Green Gables (1985) // Advantages of Being Evergreen, Oliver Baez Bendorf // Ophelia, John Everett Millais // Hamlet, William Shakespeare // Melancholia (2011) // Wild Geese, Mary Oliver // Revenge of the Sith (2005) // Summer Morning, Mary Oliver

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES LETTER PROJECT

Starting this Thursday we will be sending letters to Netflix! Please prepare letters with all of your love for the show to convince Netflix to reverse their decision! 💜

Please use the following address: 5808 W. Sunset Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90028 US

Every other week will be a letter mailing week so everyone has time to prepare their letters to send them on the selected Thursday's! You can send as many as you want to Netflix HQ and show them just how much you love Dead Boy Detectives!

I have … a tip.

If you’re writing something that involves an aspect of life that you have not experienced, you obviously have to do research on it. You have to find other examples of it in order to accurately incorporate it into your story realistically.

But don’t just look at professional write ups. Don’t stop at wikepedia or webMD. Look up first person accounts.

I wrote a fic once where a character has frequent seizures. Naturally, I was all over the wikipedia page for seizures, the related pages, other medical websites, etc.

But I also looked at Yahoo asks where people where asking more obscure questions, sometimes asked by people who were experiencing seizures, sometimes answered by people who have had seizures.

I looked to YouTube. Found a few individual videos of people detailing how their seizures usually played out. So found a few channels that were mostly dedicated to displaying the daily habits of someone who was epileptic.

I looked at blogs and articles written by people who have had seizures regularly for as long as they can remember. But I also read the frantic posts from people who were newly diagnosed or had only had one and were worried about another.

When I wrote that fic, I got a comment from someone saying that I had touched upon aspects of movement disorders that they had never seen portrayed in media and that they had found representation in my art that they just never had before. And I think it’s because of the details. The little things.

The wiki page for seizures tells you the technicalities of it all, the terminology. It tells you what can cause them and what the symptoms are. It tells you how to deal with them, how to prevent them.

But it doesn’t tell you how some people with seizures are wary of holding sharp objects or hot liquids. It doesn’t tell you how epileptics feel when they’ve just found out that they’re prone to fits. It doesn’t tell you how their friends and family react to the news.

This applies to any and all writing. And any and all subjects. Disabilities. Sexualities. Ethnicities. Cultures. Professions. Hobbies. Traumas. If you haven’t experienced something first hand, talk to people that have. Listen to people that have. Don’t stop at the scholarly sources. They don’t always have all that you need.

There’s something so silly and beautiful about those Hatsune Miku pieces being made. I don’t even know who the character is or why she’s popular, but it’s so cool to see how people view their homes via this silly little trend.

Like beyond the ones where it’s cultural clothing - I saw a german one where she has pants that zip off above the knee, as germans are very practical people. A West Virginian with a NASCAR obsession. Hondurran Miku trying to survive a heat wave without electricity

Just stuff like that

it's a new day + the sun rose + you're alive + you're alive + you're alive + your heart is beating + you're breathing + you're alive

“i am a monument to all your sins” is such a fucking raw line for a villain it’s amazing that it came from halo, a modernish video game, and not some classical text or mythos

texas is funny. this one time a guy(in his truck) yelled at me(outside)(in summer) for wearing a cowboy hat(to provide shade)(while working)(in the sun) while i was working in the garden (in summer)(in texas)(on a sunny day)

sorry i’m a #FakeCowboy for wearing a cowboy hat(in the summer)(in the sun)(while working)(in a garden) instead of wearing my cowboy hat(meant for working)(in the sun) while driving a truck(air-conditioned) like a #RealCowboy who does Manly Work (with his truck)(spotless)(unblemished)(with AC)

My white friend doesn't know

That when I walk home and see blue uniforms my heart beat beats faster and faster

Like it's trying to fit a lifetime of heartbeats

Into a few agonising moments

Where I wonder if my lifetime is mine.

crystal lupa, "horse of candlelight & grass of nightingale," 2023, oil and gold foil on linen

The man who saw her lips and knew defeat

Embraced the earth before her bonny feet;

And as the breeze passed through her musky hair

The men of Rome watched wondering in despair.

Her eyes spoke promises to those in love,

Their fine brows arched coquettishley above—

Those brows sent glancing messages that seemed

To offer everything her lovers dreamed.

The pupils of her eyes grew wide and smiled,

And countless souls were glad to be beguiled;

The face beneath her curls glowed like soft fire;

Her moneyed lips provoked the world's desire;

But those who thought to feast there found her eyes

Held pointed daggers to protect the prize,

And since she kept her council no-one knew—

Despite the claims of some—what she would do.

Her mouth was tiny as a needles eye,

Her breath as quickening as Jesus' sigh;

Her chin was dimpled with a silver well

In which a thousand drowning Josephs fell;

A glistening jewel held her hair in place,

Which like a veil obscured her lovely face.

The Conference of the Birds, Attar

September approaching…I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can't face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951

I want to go home. I just want to go home, I just want to go. Home.

So come home, said the voice from the stars.

Writing is from Grace by Kae Tempest

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isn't it a bit crazy that when I was young I wanted everything you can think of and now all I genuinely want is peace

Guys guys are you reading this *strongly taps mic* are you reading the bit about how you might cry with relief at a good breeze

a good breeze feels like forgiveness

Wildest Dreams

Watercolor on Black Cotton Paper

2024, 44"x 30"

Lavender

The human-ness of needing to make meaning out of things we encounter and experience

Nothing hurt more than the blood just being red.

The human-ness of making meaning out of things we encounter and experience.

Menci Clement Crnčić (Croatian, 1865–1930), "A View of Novi Vinodolski"

There was like a year long period where the only way I could make myself do the dishes was dress up like I was going line dancing, get a little wine drunk and play country music and pretend I was a single mom home late from her bartending job trying to be quiet so her kids didn't wake up. Anyway I don't know what they say about my mental state but I don't do that as often

i have no plans to have children, but if one day i do, i'm going to break that cycle like a motherfucking glow stick.