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Me after realizing that on Tumblr people don't like seriousness and only like silly.

I'm gonna do it again...

Today, I felt like making a post. (Poist)

So I went and open up Tumblr to make a post (poist)

And I scrolled instead of making a post (poist)

But then eventually I clicked the pencil and started writing this post (poist)

And I decided to make it a reference to another meme which was posted (poist)

Croissant 🥐

(Crossoint)

Animation progress!

Recently I finished working on 20th scene of my "War in the Museum" animation and here it is! English subtitles included. I also made a Boosty page so you can support making of this animation if you want! -> https://boosty.to/alxmst <-

made a garfield pfp for one of my friends >w< kinda tweeked out deprived of lasagna

I made this around the beginning of june last year, tbh still rlly peoud of it ^^

PLEEEAAAASSE I LOVE HER SO MUUUCH TBH GIVING CUNTY VIBES! AAAAHHH!! Im gonna tweek the fuck out

I think she would run a pub of sorts ... or a club????? :o

IK COOKING UP SOMTHING BEAUTIFULE WITH @ashishere0w0 ABSOLUTLY TREMENDOUSLY FANTASTIC CURRENTLY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH WITH HOW EXCITED I AM TEEHEE IM GONNA TWEEK THE FUCK OUT

LOL ( ˙꒳​˙ )

Poor Cale, he could never be a slacker

Cale: “And this, is how I am going to become a slacker” *proud cale*

Everyone else but Cale: *don’t laugh don’t laugh….*

“If you will grant me one vivid morning, I can chain it to me for fifty years.”

— William Stafford, from Sound of the Ax: Aphorisms and Poems, eds. Vincent Wixon and Paul Merchant (University of Pittsburg Press, 2014)

happy late fragment friday everybody

think that everyone has their own personal theme in life

@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

over again. over again.

“In cyclamen flowers the red of summer combines with the blue of autumn into a pinkish purple, and their fragrance recaptures all the sweetness of the past; but as you inhale it for longer, there is a quite different smell behind it : that of decay and death.”

— Marlen Haushofer, The Wall (tr. by Shaun Whiteside)

ending a story in other languages

kurdish: “my story went to other homes, god bless the mothers and fathers of its listeners” (Çîroka min çû diyaran, rehmet li dê û bavê guhdaran.)

greek: “and they lived well, and we lived better” (και ζήσανε αυτοί καλά και εμείς καλύτερα)

afrikaans: “whistle whistle, the story is done” (fluit fluit, die storie is uit)

goemai: “my tale has finished, (it) has returned to go (and) come home.” (tamtis noe lat / dok ba muaan yi wa)

amharic: “return my story and feed me bread” (ተረቴን መልሱ አፌን በዳቦ አብሱ::)

bengali: “my story ends and the spinach is eaten by the goat” (aamaar kothati furolo; Notey gaachhti murolo) *means something is irreversibly ended because goats eats herbs from the root

norwegian: “snip snap snout, the tale is finished” (snipp snapp snute, så er eventyret ute”

polish: “and i was there [at the wedding] too, and drank mead and wine.” (a ja tam byłem, miód i wino piłem.)

georgian: “disaster there, feast here… bran there, flour here…” (ჭირი – იქა, ლხინი – აქა, ქატო – იქა, ფქვილი – აქა)

hungarian: “this is the end, run away with it” (itt a vége, fuss el véle)

turkish: “lastly, three apples fell from the sky; one for our story’s heroes, one for the person who told their tale, and one for those who listened and promise to share. And with that, they all achieved their hearts’ desires. Let us now step up and settle into their thrones.” (Gökten üç elma düşmüş; biri onların, biri anlatanın, diğeri de dinleyenlerin başına. Onlar ermiş muradına, biz çıkalım kerevetine.)

Christa Wolf, from “Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays”

Florence and The Machine, from “Cassandra”

A Burst of Light, Audre Lorde

Arundhati Roy, The End of Imagination

What Evil Means to Us, by C. Fred Alford

a rambling excerpt from my docs; a hopeful reminder to me that there is so much more of the world to consume, films to watch and music to listen to while walking, stories to read on the train. it also serves as a reminder to appreciate the small things in life, however much mundane because in reality, that is what i seem to be living for.

Fady Joudah, from the poetry collection [...], excerpt pub. The Yale Review [ID']

Fellini’s Casanova (1976)

Blessed Are the Peacemakers, Brionne Janae

John Cage to Merce Cunningham, June 29 1943

“Hindi, like Gaelic, is a colonised space. It is a language complete in itself, with its own history, literature, poetry and tradition. But more than sixty-five years after Indian independence, it has been surrounded and absorbed by English, so among the Indian middle classes it is no longer a prestige language. It is the vernacular, the language one speaks at home; one does not use it to write to the tax office, nor take one’s degree. So if it doesn’t matter if it’s not perfect – if it doesn’t matter if a noun is masculine or feminine; if a verb falls to be transitive in the past perfect; if you just use the English word, because who can remember the Hindi for mathematics or apartment or transubstantiation – then for all I wage my small battle, we’re losing the war. To speak our language perfectly – to choose to do so, despite decades of colonial influence – is another political act.”

— “A’ghailleann”, Iona Sharma. (via a-witches-brew)

Crowned dragon as tail-eater; two dragons forming a circle and, in the four corners, signs of the four elements. — Eleazar, Uraltes chymisches Werk (1760)

Uroboros. — Codex Marcianus

C. G. Jung, Collected Works of C.G. Jung, Volume 12: Psychology and Alchemy

enver gortash and family home

@clementinevonradics Courtney Love Prays To Oregon / Brendan Burton American Poetry / Lois Dodd / @filmnoirsbian DO NOT REPLY / Georges Lefebvre The Mother of the Artist / Mattias Härenstam Down There / Louise Bourgeois / Crime scene photos Deadly home invasion CBS news / @heavensghost It lingers for your whole life / Louise Bourgeois Maman / @filmnoirsbian / Geloy Concepcion Things You Wanted so Say But Never Did / @filmnoirsbian DO NOT REPLY

"...in pronouncing the name, I had secured a sort of power over it, by the mere act of drawing it up out of my dreams and giving it an objective existence in the world of spoken things."

Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time vol 1: Swann's Way, "Combray"

Excerpts from Today by Victoria Chang

a beautifully constructed poem on death and grief