Identity Disturbance


Thom/Mercury. They/Them. Synthetic Person.


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thunderstruck9:
“ Wang Zhongjie (Chinese, b. 1972), Flying Moths, 2005. Oil on canvas, 160.2 x 130 cm.
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thunderstruck9:

Wang Zhongjie (Chinese, b. 1972), Flying Moths, 2005. Oil on canvas, 160.2 x 130 cm.

magictransistor:
“ Balthasar Walther. Looking Glass of Wisdom, Questions Concerning the Soule. 1647.
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magictransistor:

Balthasar Walther. Looking Glass of Wisdom, Questions Concerning the Soule. 1647.

Been going thru a lot lately and recently got out of an emotionally and physically abusive and very intense (though pretty short) relationship but it’s left some pretty severe lasting trauma. I got back into theater and started singing again. I got my driver’s license. I’m going to try to move out soon. Everything hurts but I’m OK

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vintagegeekculture:
“ Bigfoot-ology is fascinating. One of my favorite details in this guide is that Bigfoot emits subsonic waves that create a feeling of dread (wonder what the saving throw on that is). Sounds more like a researcher...

vintagegeekculture:

Bigfoot-ology is fascinating. One of my favorite details in this guide is that Bigfoot emits subsonic waves that create a feeling of dread (wonder what the saving throw on that is). Sounds more like a researcher over-rationalizing a moment of panic to me.

an-terra:

seriously is there anything sexier than sustainable farming

nevver:

Le livre de la jungle, Paul Jouve

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To go west

sometimestuesday:

Didn’t suffer is the ideal description for a dead person –
for a thing (like a body) that was here and now
is not here.

A list of euphemisms for dying includes:
to bite the dust, to bite the big one, to buy the farm.
Another is: to go west –

a reference to the quiet process
of the ocean eating the sun each night. Sounds good. Sounds
promising. I want to be devoured by something
unbelievably big
and touch the bottom of it.

I want to fall like fruit from the tree and burst against
the good earth. Too much life in this brain! In
these hands! An autopsy that shows

I carried the most love in my mouth, under the tongue, which
I bit beyond recognition. What now but the slow smell
of getting older?

What else but to hurl our old bodies into the black,
laughing and completely unprepared.

Mood 4 2day