Gregorsheart - ♡♡♡

“But that wasn’t really speech, that was an eloquent moaning, a weeping of a sick mortally sick soul.”

— Venus in Furs, Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, 1870

Venus in furs is so trans I'm sorry

Jean Paul Gaultier spring/summer 2007

The Love of Plato - Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

"God created them, too."

@gregorsheart @severin-photocopy

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Nevermind I am stupid

I'm in a library and I kid you not they have Leopold von Sacher-Masoch by Gilles Deleuze under S, not D. Should I tell them...?

masochmaxxing, masochpilled, masochmaxed

TW suicide

Back in april my uncle khs and it did not surprise me. Some months before that I spotted passively suicidal behavior in what I've been told about him because I recognised the pattern from my own experiences. I even said the thought "he doesn't care anymore" out loud to my mother but I never expected him to become active. Like I did not see it coming but it did not surprise me at all. But everyone else and his immediate circle was shocked for some reason. He was in his late 50s and had medical problems which became worse due to his his apathy towards them. I was not close to him and he seemed far away from even his immediate family with whom he lived with, which his increasing drinking problem did not help. This spiral of male loneliness seems so impenetrable, what could have I, a distant, queer 20 year old nephew (also suicidal) done to change the mind of a stubborn old man raised into toxically masculine society? I, in a sense, predicted my uncle's suicide and I do not know what to do with this information.

Geological horror. You find a geode and crack it open and the crystal lining its walls is human blood that can't be genetically matched to anyone. You find a human skeleton but every one of the bones is made from rock, a rock that you know can't be whittled into those shapes. You find layers of clay and loam that sport ancient fossils at the top and the still-rotting corpses of modern animals at the bottom.