having thousands of followers can sometimes be annoying but sometimes it rules bc when i get like two notes on a post it’s So fucking funny. and the crowd goes dead fucking silent. nobody liked that. seven thousand people in the room and two of them gave you a pity golf clap. genuinely unironically it fucking rules
some of the ancient myth ephebes are so redundant tbh. like yeah narcissus and ganymede are cult classics but do we really need a bitch named hyacinth who dies from being the only bottom at a no loads refused discus throwing competition
Anyone else not care if a character is “redeemable” even a little. Either they get better or they die terrible. I am not Anubis, weighing their hearts against a feather. I wanna see what else they can do and how they can grow or change or even get worse. Stop asking me if a character can be forgiven. I don’t care.
Rothko wanted to paint basic human emotion. So he painted red over red over red. Behind the colour he was looking for light. In 1942 he painted The Sacrifice of Iphigenia, where Iphigenia is not a girl, but a black pine already resined in grief. Above her the amnesia of light, an umber sky, shadows spilling white, the only motion the white hands of the wind.
The story of Iphigenia was never about the girl, but the men who called for the blood of a girl knowing that the winds would one day change. The forest charred, the air stilled, deranged, and the truth beneath it all is fear, was always fear, the open grave, the charcoal line, the dead growing out of the living like lichen, the pine a blood-eyed child, the pyres loose stones
and living rooms. Dress it up in the white hands of the wind. Call it need. Call it necessity. Rothko wanted to paint basic human emotion so looked behind the light and found blood rushing to no end and no knowledge of end.
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