RivalryFlyer

So it begins

I completely forgot I scheduled this post a year in advance and woke up to see the cat fish of fortune had come in the night to deliver the good news. Auspicious September everybody

*Me after someone I follow inevitably decides to shitpost 200+ reblogs clogging my feed so that I'm forced to miss updates from all the other blogs I follow or scroll endlessly through their garbage until my thumbs fall off.

This is ‘Clinamen’, by Céleste Boursier-Mougenot (it’s an installation artwork). I got to see it in person and it’s stayed with me since.

Evidence the first lipstick mirror message was left not by Shangela but by legendary queen Laurence Olivier 

If i was a sickly little peasant boy designated by the aristocracy to carry messages back and forth for pennies and you found me against our citys outer wall with a deep wound in my chest from a musket ball and a letter cluthed in my hand and i told you that my dying wish was to have someone read that letter to me so i would know i died for something important and you open it up and you find a single large illustrated diagram of an onion would you tell me what it was? What would you say?

I’d probably wrack my brain to recite fragments of a Keats - Fanny Brawne letter so you can feel you kicked it in the service of a grand romance only to realize you're about to die never knowing that kind of love so I try to backtrack but not in time

dw if I die I will still haunt the narrative