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iphigeniacomplex · 3 hours
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i love when something smells like what a teenage boy imagines all girls his age smell like, vanillish to the point you are coughing your heart out.. like glittery body spray from 2008 so that your legs can sparkle before heading to a night out. its like an ancestral feeling, sense whatever
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Kitschy kawaii cuteness: a foxy mod pose doll lounges with her sleepy pink deer friend, on a bed of plastic wildflowers, against a field of Pepto-Bismol pink.
Source: ayumiuyama
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iphigeniacomplex · 3 hours
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[Transcript:
"This is the house that built me and I'm gonna burn it down.
This is the river I crawled from and I refuse to drown here.
And bless the strippers but fuck the men.
And bless the berries but fuck the farm.
And bless the daughter but fuck the family.
What is the home if not the first place you learn to run from?
You've got to bite the hand that starves you, and in doing so
Praise the place that birthed you.
Birthed you fucked up. Birthed you ugly, and interesting,
and ready to scream."
— Courtney Love Prays To Oregon, Clementine von Radics
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You’ll be having a normal one and then damn it all to hell suddenly you remember the poem courtney love prays to oregon by clementine von radics and realise there’s no recovering from it for a while
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Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966, dir. Mike Nichols)
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what are we seeing 2day girls
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iphigeniacomplex · 22 hours
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this guy goes to a seedy bar orders some curds and whey and just knocks it back. yeah hes seen hard times hes seen desperation. a wife in a pumpkin .. pigs at the market gorging themselves on roast beef while their brothers stay home and starve … saw a guy fall off a wall once. just broke into pieces. Heard years later that they got the kings horses on the scene but i didnt stick around long enough to learn if that was true. im in the business of looking but theres some stuff you just dont wanna see. had a dame once i was sweet on a spoon girl i loved but you cant let yourself get close to anyone in this nursery rhyme world. The dish got her. story of my rotten life
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so many untold stories languishing in my notes app it brings a tear to the eye
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iphigeniacomplex · 22 hours
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so many untold stories languishing in my notes app it brings a tear to the eye
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iphigeniacomplex · 22 hours
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film bro starter pack or something like that
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iphigeniacomplex · 23 hours
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inferno | sara maitland | alice notley | succession
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iphigeniacomplex · 23 hours
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“i have a sense for these things i work with children. some of them . are scary and bad and you can see a bad future but some of them … are beautiful and good” yeah they have it this is just a real guy who exists in the world now. i know timothy goose so well from this i know his ilk …
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iphigeniacomplex · 1 day
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brennan lee mulligan for your sake i pray you have at least read SOME maria tatar
the way storytelling functions in tabletop games strikes me as very rich ground for folklore tellings. the role of teller is already an active one, full of decisions; the same basic story can and will be told wildly differently depending on audience, cultural context, intent, personal outlook, et cetera. i am reminded of angela carter's recollection of her childhood experience with immersive telling: "my maternal grandmother used to say, 'lift up the latch and walk in,' when she told it to me when i was a child; and at the conclusion, when the wolf jumps on little red riding hood and gobbles her up, my grandmother used to pretend to eat me, which made me squeak and gibber with excited pleasure." translating that to the collaborative storytelling format of a role-playing game feels like a return to oral tradition in a lot of ways. life COULD be a dream!
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iphigeniacomplex · 1 day
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the way storytelling functions in tabletop games strikes me as very rich ground for folklore tellings. the role of teller is already an active one, full of decisions; the same basic story can and will be told wildly differently depending on audience, cultural context, intent, personal outlook, et cetera. i am reminded of angela carter's recollection of her childhood experience with immersive telling: "my maternal grandmother used to say, 'lift up the latch and walk in,' when she told it to me when i was a child; and at the conclusion, when the wolf jumps on little red riding hood and gobbles her up, my grandmother used to pretend to eat me, which made me squeak and gibber with excited pleasure." translating that to the collaborative storytelling format of a role-playing game feels like a return to oral tradition in a lot of ways. life COULD be a dream!
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iphigeniacomplex · 1 day
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the rumors are true i AM finally watching d20 neverafter but lets all keep our wits about us lets not get excited. remember that i do have turbo autism and due to this im making sure to keep the "different interpretations are how fairy tales survive" mantra close to my heart on this journey.
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Gay USA (1978) Directed by Arthur J. Bressan, Jr.
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iphigeniacomplex · 1 day
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“What kind of person was Lancelot? I know about half the kind of person he was, because Malory contented himself with sharing the obvious half. He was more interested in the plot than the characters, and, as soon as he had laid down the broad lines of the latter, he left it at that. Malory’s Lancelot is: 1. Intensely sensitive to moral issues. 2. Ambitious of true - not current - distinction. 3. Probably sadistic or he would not have taken such frightful care to be gentle. 4. Superstitious or totemistic or whatever the word is. He connects his martial luck with virginity, like the schoolboy who thinks he will only bowl well in the march tomorrow if he does not abuse himself today. 5. Fastidious, monogamous, serious. 6. Ferociously punitive to his own body. He denies it and slave-drives it. 7. Devoted to ‘honour,’ which he regards as keeping promises and ‘having a Word.’ He tries to be consistent. 8. Curiously tolerant of other people who do not follow his own standards. He was nor shocked by the lady who was naked as a needle. 9. Not without a sense of humour. It was a good joke dressing up as Kay. And he often says amusing things. 10. Fond of being alone. 11. Humble about his athleticism: not false modesty. 12. Self-critical. Aware of some big lack in himself. What was it? 13. Subject to pity, cf. no. 3. 14. Emotional. He is the only person Mallory mentions as crying from relief. 15. Highly strung: subject to nervous breakdowns. 16. Yet practical. He ends by dealing with the Guenever situation pretty well. He is a good man to have with you in a tight corner. 17. Homosexual? Can a person be ambi-sexual - bisexual or whatever? His treatment of young boys like Gareth and Cote Male Tale is very tender and his feeling for Arthur profound. Yet I do so want not to have to write a 'modern' novel about him. I could only bring myself to mention this trait, if it is a trait, in the most oblique way. 18. Human. He firmly believes that for him it is a choice between God and Guenever, and he takes Guenever. He says: This is wrong and against my will, but I can’t help it. It seems to me that no 17 is the operative number in this list. What was the lack? On first inspection one would be inclined to link it up with no 17, but I don’t understand about bisexuality, so can’t write about it. There was definitely something 'wrong’ with Lancelot, in the common sense, and this was what turned him into a genius. It is very troublesome. People he was like: 1. Lawrence of Arabia, 2. A nice captain of the cricket, 3. Parnell, 4. Sir W Raleigh, 5. Hamlet, 6. me, 7. Prince Rufant, 8. Montros, 9. Tony Ireland or Von Simm […] or whatever, 10. Any mad man, 11. Adam.”
— T.H. White’s notes on the character of Lancelot.
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iphigeniacomplex · 1 day
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“In the secret parts of his peculiar brain, those unhappy and inextricable tangles which he felt at the roots, the boy was disabled by something which we cannot explain. He could not have explained either, and for us it is all too long ago. He loved Arthur and he loved Guenever and he hated himself. The best knight of the world: everybody envied the self-esteem which must surely be his. But Lancelot never believed he was good or nice. Under the grotesque, magnificent shell with a face like Quasimodo’s, there was shame and self-loathing which had been planted there when he was tiny, by something which it is now too late to trace. It is so fatally easy to make young children believe that they are horrible.”
— T.H. White, The Ill-Made Knight
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iphigeniacomplex · 2 days
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they are both safe now, i hope all you have wished on them returns to you a hundred times, thank you!!
please if any of you pray and there is room in your prayers would you consider praying for the safety of my aunt and her baby? love to you all.
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