I’m in an archaeology class this term and fuck, people really are just people no matter what.
I have an essay due tonight and I’m crying about the 3cm comb found in a small girls tomb, suggesting her parents buried her with a doll made of cloth or other material, leaving only the comb to be preserved. The girl found cradling another’s baby to protect it from the ash in Pompeii, the two pregnant women found alone in a house, the younger one being just 16 who was curled up in the other woman’s arms. I’m thinking about the 14 year old who was buried facing their ivory doll. These children who died, but who were not unloved.
There is so much love in these ancient burials and it makes my heart ache.
It might be my childhood trauma speaking, but the idea of someone seeing the darkest, most vicious side of you and still finding you not just loveable but diabolically sexy makes me fucking swoon.
Darling you cannot just add this literary genius to my shitpost
babey you have WAY too much time on your hands
I am well aware of that, my friend
the illustration // the inspiration
did you know sometimes the holy trinity was represented as a trio of hares in medieval manuscripts? man I love history
Stickers here
unfortunately i do believe posthaste is one of the funniest words out there. how quick am i doing something? fast as fuck my good sir
"irreversible side effects of HRT" all of life is irreversible. i cannot go back a single second in time
Hey I know I'm not that much of a punk circles kind of guy, but just in case you kids don't have anyone more credible to tell you this: do not put endangering badges on your back.
Yes, your battle jacket should consist exclusively of whatever the fuck you want to put on it, but if you've got political badges, rainbow pins, or anything advertising yourself as a member of a vulnerable group (whether that's trans, disabled, any kind of ethnic or refugee background, you probably know what yours are better than I do), only put them in places where you can see everyone who can see them. I'm not joking this is a safety measure. Punk scenes can be rough and sketchy places and not everyone who attends them is safe to be around.
You don't need to come tell me that this is unfair, because you're right. You don't need to come tell me that I shouldn't be telling you not to put a target on your back, but that I should be telling people who assault people to not assault people, because you're wrong. Yeah no shit it sucks but unfortunately if nazis gave a single fuck about who is morally correct, they wouldn't be nazis in the first place.
Be yourself by any means necessary, but protect yourself by any means necessary. Rainbows go in the front of the jacket.
Whoever was the first bouncer who came up with the "you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here" was one hell of a king for setting professional emotional boundaries. Such a gentle and tactful but explicitly clear way of concisely saying "look man I'm not telling you to go solve all your problems. All I need you to do for me is to stop being my problem."
painted some of this with my fingers.
for authenticity?
no. I didn't want to wash my brushes