Cynical Junk

It is what it is.

The Night We Used To Know

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

LOOK AT THIS MAGNIFICENT GOTH-ASS SHIT

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THE IRON-COPPER SOLUTION USED TO DYE THE PAGES WAS SO CORROSIVE THAT THERE ARE VERY FEW SURVIVING EXAMPLES

THESE BOOKS WERE LITERALLY TOO METAL TO LIVE

phthalo green [#123524] stimboard

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Pan Inkhoo (潘英豪, b 1998) is a Japanese artist, known for her serene, atmospheric Nihonga-style paintings. Pan Inkhoo works with mineral pigments, sand, and soil on Washi paper attached to panels painting dreamlike, quiet landscapes, often featuring cats, birds, and rabbits.

I want to make one thing Crystal f**cking goddamn clear on this here slice of internet for dancing teens.

I’m not body positive. I’m not body neutral. I’m body negative.

I want to be Vapor

or like a plume of blue smoke or mist or a rumor I’d be a rumor

maybe a miasma even because like gender humiliating an ache, a pain, needing to sit down, spatial awareness, the vulgarity There’s bones. There’s bones in my face. There’s bones in your face. Aren’t you embarrassed? Every day I wake up and I’m subject to the burden of embodiment. How dare I be a shape?

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