i figured yall would appreciate this photo
original instagram post from vinnikolaus
Based on a dream i had last night about a haunted house screaming at me to stay.
" Look, Sam!! It's my estranged cousin, Pedro!! " " Glad to see your family tree is as delightfully disturbing as ever, little buddy. "
I went to an aquarium/marine life investigation center place thingy some time ago with my friends. It was fun!! I stimmed a lot
There even was a book at the end where they let you write/draw whatever you like, here was my contribution! And the main inspiration for this piece too
Medieval Europeans, despite their reputation as a filthy society, also bathed pretty regularly, often in public baths that were located near bakeries (so that they could use the waste heat from the ovens to warm up the water. Here’s a European bath depicted by Albrecht Durer (apparently you could chug a beer while bathing — very efficient!):
{Buy me a coffee} {WHF} {Medium} {Looking Through the Past}
the public reaction to i saw the tv glow is like a perfect case study into how cis people take up queer spaces and unknowingly mock and enjoy trans suffering. sitting in the theater, i had a pit in my stomach the entire time. so many times, i would tear up and then someone else in the theater would laugh. and i wouldn’t cry because how would they look at me when the lights came back on? because they don’t see it. they don’t see the pain. they think it’s funny. i left the theater completely silent, not saying a word to my boyfriend and he didn’t say a word to me until partway into the drive home. the people around us immediately got to picking it apart, explaining what it all meant to each other, dumbing it down, making theories. cis people see the the movie, just like transness, as something to debate. a conversation. something to dissect because it makes them uncomfortable if they don’t understand it in their easily digestible way.
:D
He was the light. I once got very close and got burned. I think he was burning too. I'd forgotten there's no light without a fire. They never expect an angel to be broken.
—𝓜𝓼. 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮