I Haven’t Seen Any Mutuals Talking About The Resort But I Want To Make It Clear That This Is A Baltasar

Human beings b like. *sits and stares peacefully at a fire* *sits and stares peacefully at the ocean* *sits and stares peacefully at a sleeping animal*

Repeat after me:

The first draft just needs to exist

The second draft needs to be functional

The third draft needs to be effective

The first draft just needs to exist

The second draft needs to be functional

The third draft needs to be effective

The first draft just needs to exist

The second draft needs to be functional

The third draft needs to be effective

Remember, the second and third can't happen if you don't have something to work with. Your first draft will always be shit compared to your third, but at least it exists. The worst first draft is an unfinished one. The best first draft is a just completed one.

You read books/stories not in their first draft form-- only in their finished form (third, fourth, sometimes fifteenth draft). So stop comparing your first draft with a final one.

So, just write--you can make it better later. Perfectionism is the greatest weight a creator can carry.

According to the CIA was when someone gets to 33 (33rd vertebrae or Golgotha) it creates a superimposed image of the spirit, the body, and all of the components therefore since Kundalini is a temporal paradox, they die and live through Christ and have the old neural network freely moving in the vessel. This old mapping of the first vessel is the Holy Ghost. The second time one gets to 33 by the number 666, it decimates the first image and keeps the second. Therefore God in the Flesh and something greater than man is in control. 777 is when bio lightning or the lightning flash of creation grants Christ to the heart of the initiate who completed the great work. It spirals down in the months that proceed after the lightning flash. The number 666 is the serpent of wisdom climbing back to the highest crown.

i absolutely love that tumblr’s new obsession with goncharov came just in time for the end of dracula daily. now maybe in a year or two we’ll start seeing emails from our good friend koshalev mikailovich who was the journalist narrator of the original novel and tragically played such a minimal role in the film.

so hold me like a grudge

gotta say I am here for the friendships of the main 4. they went from strangers to ‘that seems like a shitty idea but I will help you and also yes I would die for you’. female friendships really are it.

hbo’s succession is an insane fucking show because remember when they said “he never saw anything he loved that he didn’t wanna kick just to see if it would still come back” and when they said “life’s not knights on horseback. it’s a number on a piece of paper; it’s a fight for a knife in the mud” and when they said “you know this is just fun, right? there’s no god, there’s no anything. there’s just people in rooms trying to be happy” and when they said “what could you possibly kill, that you loved so much, it would make the sun rise again?” and when they said “i love you. i can’t forgive you” and when they said “i wonder if the sad i’d be without you would be less than the sad i get from being with you” and when they said “the good thing about a family that doesn’t love you is that you learn to live without it. you’re needy love sponges and i’m a plant that grows on rocks and lives off insects that die inside of me” and when they said “we think these grand horror things, at times like these, these ice shelves are gonna come at us in the night and take our heads off. its not true. he was an old bastard. and he loved you” and when they said-

completely platonic cigarette lighting with the worstie while u nurse a broken rib

🚬 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🚬

we hope your rules and wisdom choke you, now we are one in everlasting peace…

borne by jeff vandermeer // the employees by olga ravn

The most interesting thing to me thus far about this whole goncherov thing is that Tumblr has collectively constructed some pretty convincing side characters for this movie. Katya leaps off the page as this frustrated woman caged by her lack of autonomy, Sofia coyly plays both sides and acts above it all when really she's desperate for the same freedom Katya is. Ice Pick Joe is a less developed character who nonetheless acts as a stand in for the inescapable nature of cycles of violence. andrey, loyal to a fault, gets pulled deeper and deeper into goncherov's orbit until there's no way for him to make it out alive

and yet with all that I have ZERO sense of who goncherov is supposed to be himself. i've see a lot of stuff suggesting that the film is theoretically about loss, including the loss of one's identity, shown primarily through the way goncherov becomes unrecognizable to himself by the time of his death at the end of the film (seeing himself in a fractured mirror is a common motif). it's very interesting to me that we have a fine time coming up with a group of collective blorbos based on mafia movie tropes, but somehow the main character feels unknowable, to the degree that we had to make that one of the core themes of the film.