Hm, What Are They Talking About?

joker

just watched interview with the vampire and left with a weird attraction towards freaky vampires with beautiful blonde hair and an undeniable desire to suck my blood till my heart stops

you, artist online. somebody has referenced you in conversation irl by your online handle and somebody else knew who you were talking about. somebody has kept up closely with your posts for a period of time like their morning paper. somebody found a music artist because of you, thinks of you when they hear them on the radio. somebody followed you years ago and remembers you randomly even though they can't find you. somebody has screenshotted and saved your posts and sent them in discord servers. somebody has made your drawings their lockscreen, added them to their favorites folder and looked at them when they're going through some shit, has sent them to their best friend and sparked conversation in private chats. your art in particular could be the source of a keen sense of nostalgia for someone. maybe they've even printed out your images using their home printer and taped them to their bedroom wall and they look at it every day and they never even told you. isn't that scary? isn't that awesome? remember this well.

submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known so that you may turn around and see the impact you leave and the light you cast on others.

Monday Morning

the tenfluenzafication of fyodor dostoyevsky

bungo stray dogs is a fever dream

you know that action movie films where heroes are in a big fight and when they fail on their own 1v1 battle they fail collectively and it's the same when they succeed- i feel exact same with my life one thing doesn't go well and everything collapse like dominoes