#fragments of seeking

[schlock-luster-video]

On February 10, 2023, Queen of Blood, a collection of Curtis Harringon short films, Time Out For Trouble, R.F.D. Greenwich Village, When You Grow Up, and Queen of Outer Space were screened on TCM Underground.

[shisasan]

Women with real natural elegance, maturity, wisdom, and power, gracefully asserting their worth with every step and inspiring those around them.

[pink-november]

slay the princess swap aus are precious things to me cuz it's where i get blessed to see how the long quiet will be able to hold his voices and say his thoughts on them with the same tenderness and care the shifting mound shows to her vessels in game

[shatterthefragments]

Oof may have fucked up the left thigh reapplication (again) but yet again I am. Hoping to hell it’s okay.

(It’s. Perhaps. A bit stretched weirdly under the saniderm again. But. I shall maintain hope). (I am trying so hard to NOT hit 10k steps a day I am trying to rest as much as possible. (I had work then school after and work for six days.). I feel like I’m chafing even through the film :()

Plus I have my “skin issues” appt with my doctor tomorrow. So. If it is infected I’m sure she’ll be able to help me.

[scatterbrainedbot]

hey so uh question for u guys. hypothetically, if approached by the dying soul of ur future self, are u morally obligated to give up part of yours to save him? ......guys pls respond hes coming closer

(inspired of course by peepaw leos current situation in @/somerandomdudelmao 's cass apocalypse series)

[serenpedac]

It would have been so cool if, instead of suggesting that the 2D fragments are dark matter, they would have been proposed as the solution to the missing baryon problem.

This problem is about the discrepancy between the amount of baryonic ("regular" matter) observed nowadays, as compared to the detections from soon after the Big Bang. According to those measurements from the early universe, there should be more baryons than seen at recent times. Some 30% was missing!

I saw "was", because these days it's pretty much solved, but at the time that the books were published, it was not. So having that matter become invisible because it has collapsed into 2D fragments would have been a beautiful solution 😌

[randik-86]

As a new chapter starts,

Another has ended,

I have a story to tell,

But the question remains,

Who will be listening,

About the hell that I have been through,

The times I have been so near to finding hope before I lost it all over again...

©️randik86

[news4dzhozhar]

[jaysgirlx]

if you're running after a person who clearly does not want you, please seek help my love 🥰

[brownsugar4hersoul]

“

I never said it was easy to find your place in this world. But I’m coming to the conclusion that if you seek to please others, you will forever be changing because you will never be yourself. Only fragments of someone you could be. You need to belong to yourself, & let others belong to themselves too. You need to be free & detached from things & your surroundings. You need to build your home in your own simple existence, Not in friends, lovers, your career or material belongings, Because these are things you will lose one day. That’s the natural order of this world. This is called the practice of detachment.

” | Charlotte Eriksson |, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: In search for The Great Perhaps

[caracello]

i've been considering ftr a self insert that's likeeee. a prophet of sorts. either she's a force-user than can forsee things or it's just some other space bullshit. specifically i want to base her off the raven from the edgar allan poe poem.

[schlock-luster-video]

On January 8, 2021 Games and a collection of Curtis Harrington's short films were screened on TCM Underground.

[beeapocalypse]

head in my hands over what happens when u lock yourself in with the prisoner and sit until the end. what the hell

[belog-grada-crna-princeza]

Journey, not destination.

We wandered with our eyes closed into this maze. Half asleep, half alive. Wherever we turn we see darkness, shadows. Projections. I sit with my back against the wall, shaking, defeated and yet hopeful and optimistic. I have some vague idea of what this all is but it's always like a merry-go-round. I've been here before. Haven't I? I can't remember. Something feels familiar about this. I write down clues, reminders, I draw maps to follow. The focus is the exit and I'm drifting farther away. Then I look at the roses and the grass and the butterflies and suddenly it's morning time. I surrender. We explore. We lose ourselves. Some illusions are more real than some truths and some truths are as fickle as some illusions. I bathe in the sunlight and disappear into the darkness. I am dizzy. We are spinning again, and all this is, is motion sickness. I search my mind for what I wrote down. I try to grasp onto anything solid. My hands are green and bloody from clutching onto the grass, onto the roses. I smell smoke but don't see the fire. I am running out of energy, screaming: I want to get out. I am back to where I was. It never ends, never stops. I am beginning to think the exit is a lie. My thoughts entangled with the clouds; in my heart it rains. My eyes can't detect colors other than black and white. I ask the cards which side I'm on. The Devil claims half and The Angel claims half, tearing my flesh apart. I am tainted with the wars they lead in my name. I never wanted this. I start running as the shadows call behind me, I don't care, I'm running, I'm running, I'm running. Everything is unfamiliar now, they're in the dust and in these new surroundings I don't recognize even my own heartbeat anymore. My wounds burn and scream for me to go back. My ears are buzzing, I'm so thirsty, I'm so weak, I'm so exhausted from running. I've come so far, too far to go back. I feel awake but I feel drained. The signs are getting bigger. The road smoother. The walls wider. I can breathe. But my lungs collapse from all this oxygen. I can see color again, but my eyes hurt from all this light. I can feel the breeze on my skin, but it shivers from even that light touch. I am homesick. In the days, I travel, in the nights, I pray to go back. The signs get bigger. Clearer. They show up now, even without looking. Somebody left this for us. I see footsteps, distinct from mine, hundreds of others that walked this path. If I was brave enough to turn, I might see others behind me. If I was brave enough to check, I might see my own footsteps. I move on, with more trust, and a sense of alignment spreads through my nerves. Goosebumps. I let the air in. I let the color in. I let the wind and the rain and the sunlight in. I look around. I have made it out. The maze seems so benign from this point of view. So simple, so tame. I write this down for next time. The exit is real. Trust the journey. Then, the dream begins again.

-Katarina

[reginrokkr]

◟༺✧༻◞ Literal translation of Dainsleif's introduction card from CN.

◜The Primordial reversed the destruction; the Sky Island scorched the Land nation. Chalk purses Gold; The Crimson Moon seeks vengeance on the Black Sun. The future saves the past; the elder and the younger of the same blood destroy each other— such is the cyclical fate of this world. Dain, for you, what does that strand of golden hair signify? Someone you must kill, or the recipient of your confession / penitence?◞

                                                                              — Someone who claims to know fate well.

[maverickflare]

strelitzia but she has kingdom key d (aka lightseeker) on my mind today.