Apeiron Dies Irae

like, c’mon. come on. look at the grace! the flowing lines! the wings and horns! gorgeous.

“snail watches drifting” rated “genuine, undoctored” by snopes

“too much love” - photo sequence by katja kemnitz

actually slaughtered by this tag response thank you

Pronuptia Bridal, 1984.

the way he’s looking at her... and she’s looking squarely at the viewer. the difference in their expression, posture, and demeanors. him easy and relaxed, open, body facing the viewer vs. her serious and intense, closed off, body turned away from the viewer.

I have discovered the truth about chainmail bikinis, and it is imperative those wearing such armor do not think about it too hard or they may inadvertently cross the line between Sexy Hero and Homicidal Pervert.

[text ID: The light retreats and is generous again. / No you to speak of, anywhere—neither in vicinity nor distance, / so I look at the blue water, the snowy egret, the lace of its feathers / shaking in the wind, the lake—no, I am lying. / There are no egrets here, no water. Most of the time, / my mind gnaws on such ridiculous fictions. / My phone notes littered with lines like Beauty will not save you. / Or: mouthwash, yogurt, cilantro. / A hummingbird zips past me, its luminescent plumage / disturbing my vision like a tiny dorsal fin. / But what I want does not appear. Instead, I find the redwoods and pines, / figs that have fallen and burst open on the pavement, / announcing that sickly sweet smell, / the sweetness of grief, my prayer for what is gone. / You are so dramatic, I say to the reflection on my phone, / then order the collected novels of Jean Rhys. / She, too, was humiliated by her body, that it wanted / such stupid, simple things: food and cherry wine, to touch someone. / On my daily walk, I steal Meyer lemons from my neighbors’ yard, / a small pomegranate. Instead of eating them, / I observe their casual rot on the kitchen counter, / this theatre of good things turning into something else.]

hmmm

He’s saluting them because he’s funny as hell.

This series of imaginary bugs by Wilkinson is inspired by varies horror movie icons.