it’s like a witch’s house in here, david!

i think the dubai penthouse might be my favorite House in all of gothic fiction

the imagery in 2.01, our protagonist through the bars of the headboard walking in, framed as a caged bird in the casual intimacy of changing clothes. the magnolia tree armand brought along before his worst betrayal now thriving in rocks and armand says the interior designer hired was a sentimentalist some notion of hers he was missing the natural world, abt the judas tree he brought in ! armand controlling the windows, the books, their lives. the building is haunted; it sways, it creaks, it whines, it's called the groan. claudia's diaries and marius' paintings. the whips and chains by the bedroom. the lack of doors, anywhere, the illusion of openness, the illusion of privacy. the endless gray of it, with very little to break up the monotony but the carefully carefully curated art, including a judas painting. the invisible labor in a city built on blood, the striking lack of metaphor with the blood donors, that come and go and fall to the floor in a faint on their way out. the woman haunting that tower trapped in a relationship with a man she does not know, a kept thing suffocated entirely into submission and placid comfort. where's your coffin? you're standing in it.

lineless artists scare the shit out of me because what do you Mean you can create comprehensible complex three dimensional images without any construction lines to guide you. "yeah i don't really like sketching architectural plans so i decided to just build a cathedral with my bare hands instead" <- how you sound

Your misbehaving boyfriend is not funny to me

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

There are ten trillion pictures of flowering trees to the point where they sometimes seem trite and overdone. But then you see a tree in full flower and go holy shit this rules and I've gotta show this to everyone so they can experience the same magic and wonder and there are ten trillion and one pictures of flowering trees

the default way for things to taste is good. we know this because "tasty" means something tastes good. conversely, from the words "smelly" and "noisy" we can conclude that the default way for things to smell and sound is bad. interestingly there are no corresponding adjectives for the senses of sight and touch. the inescapable conclusion is that the most ordinary object possible is invisible and intangible, produces a hideous cacophony, smells terrible, but tastes delicious. and yet this description matches no object or phenomenon known to science or human experience. so what the fuck

this is what ancient greek philosophy is like

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