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Anastasia Trusova, “And the sunset came” Acrylic on canvas / 60 x 80 cm / 2022

GUYS I AM COOKING I FEAR-

SO. IVE SAID BEFORE. THAT WE NEED HUNGER BY FLORENCE & THE MACHINE IN YELLOWJACKETS. We've already had Free & Dream girl Evil, AND Just a Girl. So. Yellowjackets is no stranger to her music. Anyways, I was listening to the song. Thinking again about how it should totally be in the soundtrack. And I'm listening to the Lyrics "the way you use your body baby come on and work it for me" and I thought awww TaiVan coded-

And then I remembered. That Van is totally gonna die and the end of the season. So allow me to set the scene. Van dies, of whatever cause it may be. And as suspected by many, Tai will cannibalise her. Duh. This is Yellowjackets. But hear me out- Hunger is playing in the background. Its cutting between teen TaiVan probably making out or something. And then to Tai cannibalising Van. Kinda like the banquet scene- IT WOULD BE INSANE- and thats the cliffhanger of the season. Because like, we all know that the adult timeline is totally gonna resort to cannibalism. 100%. We love to see character regression. BUT IMAGINE THAT- WE SEE TEEN TAIVAN BEING ALL SWEET, ADULT TAI CANNIBALISING VAN, AND THAT SONG PLAYING. ABOUT LOVE AND HUNGER AND DESPERATION AND DEVOTION- YELLOWJACKETS PLEASE 🙏🙏

what if a PROPHET LESBIAN was giving you the SHROOM WILDERNESS equivalent of MKULTRA and you get so HIGH you become a GIRL and another girl but DEAD hijacks your BRAIN and thinks about LESBIAN ACTIVITIES with the LOCAL TERRORIST literally ALL THE TIME

WARNING!

Art Museum

In halls of wonder, vast and bright,

Where colors swirl and dance in light,

Where walls stretch high and ceilings soar,

And stories whisper through each door.

Each brush stroke whispers of a tale,

As if the canvas begins to exhale,

A hint of passion, a shred of pain,

The artist's soul within each frame.

From abstract splashes to portraits grand,

The beauty of the world at hand,

In every brush stroke, every hue,

A story painted just for you.

With every step, with every breath,

A masterpiece in every depth,

A world of wonder, there to see,

In each exhibited symphony.

So come and wander, lose yourself,

In halls of magic, in halls of health,

For the joy of art is always here,

In every image, every cheer.

I saw her sitting on the shoreline by the sea collecting small shards of light that sparkled in infinity, tiny twinkles that flickered in my eyes, and set the sweet night sky a light.

Her gown looked like a thin veil of fog with little fireflies floating about shrinking and growing while glowing then blinking out. Her hair was adorned with a fresh multi-colored crown of flowers intertwined with thin shifting vines that seem to be alive.

A cousin to the creatures a buzzing, childlike being with transparent wing fluttering, while thin limbs orchestrated the music mother nature layered, sounds of clicking critters, and rhythmic raindrops, with winds whooshing through the leaves and I could just barely see the silhouette of other fair folk and their family moving in unity, obscured by the beauty of mother nature’s natural graces.

Twas a night of strange delights, and I was drunk with awe from what I saw, until with a panicked thrill I witnessed the night succumbing to the burning sun’s unrelenting hunger as it devoured the eve’s softness and replaced it with heated harshness.

All that was mythic and mystical left and in its stead the mundane came to claim my befuddled mortal brain.

-2023

maybe i should just stop talking. i want all of my secrets back.

been feeling a lot like him lately

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