#dumping grounds

my voice is poisonous, a gift from a strange god my parents once befriended. I’m careful not to speak, but I know they’re afraid.

A poison-voiced girl is born to deaf parents, but falls in love with a hearing boy. Their courtship is marked on her end by a thrilling restraint, biting her lip, knowing she could kill him with an indiscretion; he, on the other hand, longs to see her act without inhibition. He manages to make her laugh, sigh, gasp out in wonder - each time he falls ill from the poison of her voice, but is undeterred even in his convalescence, returning renewed in his goal to tease another sound out of her.

Her parents tell her to break it off; she’ll kill him. She reluctantly agrees. He refuses, pleads with her, grasps her hands so she can’t sign. In anguish she cries out his name — but lo! he does not sicken, does not die. It turns out his repeated exposures to her voice have mithridatized him against it. She can speak around him freely! They both agree that this development has taken a lot of the excitement out of the relationship, but it has been replaced with a greater casualness and intimacy that balances it out.

I can see the angels in their true form, a thousand splendid eyes and all. They think it’s funny, and have taken to hanging around my apartment 

The angels start making excuses to keep showing up at my apartment, in the manner of the annunciation, but for increasingly trivial reasons. They come bearing tidings about how I should definitely get the turkey wrap for lunch, which brand of fabric softener I should buy, how that quarter I’ll find on the sidewalk is a sign that I am favored by God. They come bearing bad tidings too: The Lord has heard of all the evil in your printer, and has sent us here to jam it. Their presence becomes completely overbearing, but they are insistent. There’s a reason you see us in our true forms, they say, all their splendid eyes shining. Is it so hard to believe that the God that formed every atom of you in the womb should watch over you always, that every mundane moment of your existence in this world is shot through with the divine?

hello everyone and welcome to. crap from my camera roll that i dont want on my phone anymore, part one thousand

wip photos i took of one of the latest inktobers i did. those leaves were ridiculous. they took. maybe 3 or 4 or 6 hours on their own, i don’t remember but i made up all the shading and veining as i went so they came out sort of inconsistent looking but i was really happy with them because they were... so much work even if they weren't like. even remotely like any biologically accurate depictions of a(n earth) leaf. i guess that’s the joy of sci fi!! no one can make fun of you for not doing scientifically correct things even if you (studying biology) should make more of an effort to make things. like. accurate. lmao.  

i think ib art really got to be with those progress photos they required for the visual journal. i am so often like. oh this looked better when i was working on it. finished pieces r so passe ! i gotta work. more on backgrounds. i am so bad at them and i try so damn hard.  HAH 

elanor texting me during class. they asked if i knew who david lynch was and i gave the ‘loved twin peaks/wouldnt watch eraserhead again gun to my head/dont know anything abt blue velvet but i have an unruly unmitigated unchecked chrush on dean stockwell rn so’ rundown and they said the prof was showing the class a clip of eraserhead (to which i said godspeed) but then later they were getting into blue velvet so i went back on this which prompted egghead saying actually that they’d seen that clip of some like it hot which was. surprising bc elanor has seen maybe half a movie in thier whole life and it was like. twilight new moon. anyway i have lost the plot

hi jack lemmon i am in love with you

the girl im in love w posted this (its a cropped part of a larger meme abt what girls keep in their pockets) and i keep fucking thinking abt it and laughing. the image of being a fucking annoying menace in a jail cell (which in my mind is a mix between gene wilder in the cell in blazing saddles and jim sturgess after the anti-war protests in across the universe). hilarious. unparallelled. 

me after telling elanor (who sent me a tik tok abt the om*gaverse (insert ‘i still dont know what the om*gaverse is and at this point im too afraid to ask’ meme here. and that is NOT an invitation to explain it to me on anon in my inbox. i do not want to know. that is not my business. this is me making a tiny cross with my fingers and warding you all off) and said ‘me explaining my thesis to my family at christmas’) ‘giving you access to the internet was a mistake’

hi. wife city. i love this garbage outfit. fucking. pasta necklace lookin headass. god. personally i love when men have eyebrows that stick out two inches away from their face. 

may or may not have made that fad whipped coffee when i was housesitting for my mom because kyoko had some instant coffee. it was terrible and disgusting and i pretty immediately poured it out into the garden. everyone who makes social media drinks deserves financial compensation. yall really live like this???

chihiro! this was the first time she really. jumped up and came and sat next to me. 

the person who tagged un* mccormack in my art abt her book... very cool of her to have noticed that and been kind abt it but also. wish maybe that you wouldnt have tagged the author of a book in a post where i linked to a place where u can read it for free. lmao. also iconic of me later googling her other social media but confusing her with ursula le guin (idfk) and being like?? she died???? when i was looking at ulg’s instagram on my phone browser bc i dont have an account anymore (which. btw. is like freedom, canned) and then me being like. who runs that account then. a publisher? turns out i am just a fucking moron 

charlie... <3

nico visited campus recently, this was all he passed onto me. im joking. and yet. i do occasionally think that i could never run for a public office beyond like a mayorship bc my online presence is 90% me (half jokingly) talking abt how i want to bang my teachers. god i hope no one is reading this but if you are. hiii. 

joe. bitch. 

me taking a health assessment for class at 8 in the morning + going.... oh come on. 

took me a second to realize what he was talking about bc the “it’s a health thing...” and “i’m gonna...” were so separate to me but. once it clicked i was like. oh! that’s hilarious and i love you. 

this reminded me of an assignment someone had once where they were told they were on a desert island and the only thing they had for company was. idk. a radio or something and it was the only contact they had with the outside world and they had to imagine what they would do on the island and they went and sat in the computer lab for like. half an hour. and came back with a document that just said “i’m going to fuck the radio” or whatever the equivalent was and MAN occasionally high school was so kind to me. that was hilarious. 

from joe, like a week ago. i loved so much that he didn't say i wasn’t bitching or anything, just giving me the sweetest goodnight he could muster (and that-to be honest, i could ever hope for lmao) although once when i called myself a bitch he sent me that john mulaney ‘my wife is a bitch and i like her SO much’ gif and i think abt that all the time and laugh. king shit. 

elanor. this was just. funny to me. they’re right but god at what cost. 

mari’s axolotl costume at tane’s art show (her piece is the two wooden panels in the back) 

i bought nico a copy of anton chekhov’s short stories as a ‘get well soon’ gift. bc i figured. he’s been playing rust since he got out of the hospital and i’m sure that gets dull and i wanted to get him something to read and i. i dont know i came across chekhov’s short stories recently and i loved them so much and i figured he’d like them too but also. knowing nico i was like. he’s not gonna fucking read this book. so i thought maybe if i annotated it he’d be a little more eager to actually flip through it bc. yanno i always think it’s interesting to see what my friends thought was notable/funny/whatever abt a book. (which is a lie. i really just. hadn’t read all the stories in it and i wanted to read them before i gave them to him but i figured annotating it didn’t hurt and that he might (maybe) appreciate it) so i’ve been underlining/commenting/drawing in the margins and i wrote him a little dedication in the front that says ‘for nico garnero, durante tu año enfermo, adya.’ which also to me is just. a fun little dedication. when he throws this into a goodwill donation bag in three years someone there will pick it up and fall in love with me despite not knowing who i am, (my brain....) anyway. im so enraptured by the notes on the text in this edition. there aren’t a ton of them and when they do appear they actually are interesting--meaning of names that are left not translated and stuff like that that gives more breadth to the language and also in the best footnote arrangement (at the bottom of the page instead of at the back of the book--which is the devil)

AND ANOTHER THING: 

when i was in high school i used to make lists of things I was angry about and I think it used to abate my anger a little so here goes: 

1. ty’s kid has croup. ty is also sick. abe works with ty. abe has his own kid at home. apparently (as everyone in the house learned yesterday) abe does not wear a mask at work. he “doesn’t have to because he’s vaccinated”--as if it isn’t possible to get covid while vaccinated. so now it’s possible that 1. abe has been exposed to croup’s parainfluenza virus and can pass/has passed it off to mariko (who mia noticed two nights ago was breathing heavily and irregularly), 2. abe has been exposed to covid (which ty may have) or 3. abe has been exposed to the flu (which--while less serious, certainly, could have been prevented altogether had he just... worn a fucking mask while at work). now he’s “quarantining” by sleeping in the office, but is using nick/i’s bathroom (of course) and going out into the house/common areas without a mask, though nick and I are wearing two every time we leave our rooms and avoiding common areas, and mia is wearing one intermittently around abe and not wearing one in common areas. because she is an idiot. 

2. i had a bad night for another, separate reason last night and found myself watching all the episodes of what’s my line with jack lemmon in them--tears streaming down my face--before realizing. hey, maybe i should go to bed. which was funny to me. 

the rest of these r just selfies so you can all kindly avert your eyes

me in the bathroom at my moms after being awake for 48 hours, taking two benadryl, and planting ~40 flowers in the planters in the front and back yard at six in the morning 

i didnt brush my hair for the entire time my mom was out of town and i was taking care of grandma + kyoko bc i forgot a brush so. here. gratuitous mirror selfies. 

pictures i send to joe for his growing album of ‘pictures of adya flipping me off’

me and mari looking So Sleep Deprived. 

more pics from the disaster zone. elanor walking to the immigration office in ireland with me on the horn so she has a witness if someone tries to kill them <3

the most abhorrent socks/sandals combination yet seen on earth

mariko and i this morninggg

an actual nice picture + apple and raspberry martinelli’s blush + side part. i forgot i could actually look cute instead of like. a milkmaid. lmao. 

from mother’s day i think?

an old wheat henna mia did on me

me n mariko <3

singin king of the road

baybie <3

getting slobbered on <3

edit: added nov 9th. tried to upload these w captions but tumblr wasnt having it and im not retyping them so. die

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