compilation from an opthalmology manual by C.E. May, translated and printed in Italy in 1906 (Manuale delle Malattie dell'Occhio)

You know... it's okay to trust your body. If you are separated from your body to such an extent you feel you cannot trust it, I truly from the bottom of my heart empathize and feel grief for you, but you can trust your body.

It's okay to listen to your body and to heed what it is telling you. I wish you (and your body) well wherever you go. You deserve the peace of mind to feel able to do what you want.

A himbo, as promised

This look is what happens when you try to be Y2K but youve only ever seen Earth in vintage tourism brochures

[Image description: A digital drawing of Laura Palmer from Twin Peaks. The drawing is cut-off around her waist, and is shifted more to the right. It depicts her staring off to the side, mouth open and lips blue. A red substance, either lipstick or blood, is trailing upwards from her mouth. Her skin is discoloured, and her hair is an amalgamation of different styles she's worn, namely her prom hair, everyday hair, and hair from Fire Walk With Me. She's wearing the black dress from the Red Room, but it has her angel's sleeves. Rope is tied around her body, along with a gold ring that has a green middle. It glows slightly. Angel wings grow out of her back, their perspective wrong. One of her hands is up, holding her heart necklace. The hand skin rolls up like a plastic glove, and the necklace floats upward, shining. The background is blue and purple warped shapes, with two drawings of her hands from a side view, one held up vertical and the other horizontal. These drawings are repeated, but slightly lower and lighter.]

they've all gone away

Jumping up and down in the air after I saw the new tommyinnit video I support this man's call out era

2023 reads / storygraph

The Archive Undying

semi-postapocalyptic scifi/fantasy

the sole undying acolyte of a dead mecha god who went mad and destroyed its city, who is on the run and drowning himself in substances & men in order to forget

he joins an expedition to explore the shrine of another AI entity, and after something goes wrong finds himself thrown back into the violent world of gods & machines

godpunk, giant robots, body horror, trauma, shifting POVs, generally weird, vibes-heavy

ik i talk abt high control groups kinda often but i do encourage anyone involved in discourse in any capacity to watch folding ideas' "this is financial advice" video, because a lot of what he says about the gamestop apes being a self-organizing high control group imo also explains the more toxic discourse tendencies, and i feel like most discussion around high-control groups on here focuses on the tradtional kind that has one or a few distinct leaders which makes it harder to draw parallels between the signs. so i think its important to point out that these kinds of groups can still create that same energy as a unit even if there isn't one specific person calling the shots

does anyone remember outlast.

it's me and all the women in literature described in despondent unhappiness in a marriage that they don't hate but don't enjoy as they should and who feel as if they're not the way a woman should be and who yearn to be free of their husband and children not because they despise them but because they're not for a husband and children and who can't say that they're miserable but who feel a numb kind of despair in all that disconnectedness and disconnectedness and disconnectedness. they are just like me for real

I'M SO HAPPY I GOT 39/40 ON MY GREEK HISTORY TEST!!!! AND THE MISTAKE WASN'T EVEN IN ANY OF THE WRITING STUFF, IT WAS MULTIPLE CHOICE

Are there reader fics

But like

Not romantic??

Aroace reader???

Por favor????

imagine an incubus coalesces and his name is Asmode— *gun shots*

truly i need to stop getting angry over the opinions of stupid people who keep themselves ignorant on purpose. AND YET!

[Image description: A digital painting based on the film Ladrones de tumbas. It depicts the character Armando laying in sheets as his guts ooze out of a large hole in his stomach. The blood travels up to his face which is turned to the side in anguish. One of his hands lays near his face. As the gits drip down they transition into a bright red pile of abstract circles and some other shapes. In this pile there are the words "el tesoro". The colours used for the piece are mostly blues with reds for the gore and some purple and greens mixed in. The rest of the piece is a dark void.]

Inktober - Day 10 (Fortune)

Film - Ladrones de tumbas (Rubén Galindo Jr., 1989)

well i think its finally time to open this box

I never really liked the kiss only on account of doesn't her neck hurt. and also the yellow is really overpowering. my mom recently told me she regrets not taking me to more art museums as a child because my cultural education has been neglected and I'm a stem girlie so I said I came out fine don't be preposterous