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there's no more canaries in the mine

@nevidimochka / nevidimochka.tumblr.com

nevi. they/them, 20+. art blog with a smattering of other things. i like horror movies, the expanse, txf, mg:pd, and whatever else catches my interest.    my art | about
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“How do we forgive our fathers? Maybe in a dream. Do we forgive our fathers for leaving us too often, or forever, when we were little? Maybe for scaring us with unexpected rage, or making us nervous because there never seemed to be any rage there at all? Do we forgive our fathers for marrying, or not marrying, our mothers? Or divorcing, or not divorcing, our mothers? And shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness? Shall we forgive them for pushing, or leaning? For shutting doors or speaking through walls? For never speaking, or never being silent? Do we forgive our fathers in our age, or in theirs? Or in their deaths, saying it to them or not saying it. If we forgive our fathers, what is left?”

— Thomas Builds-the-Fire, Smoke Signals (Sherman Alexie)

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hey followers. have you ever wanted to know how it feels to be inside a bag of cornflakes

I fucking hate this website because not only did I click this goddamn link expecting it to be a joke of some sort, but it wasn’t a joke and I sat here spinning the screen around enjoying myself in a stupid bag of cornflakes like the dumbass monkey I am on Tumblr.com, enthralled by being in a bag of corn flakes in

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calypsolemon

considering how obvious it is conceptually, im surprised there isn't more "liminal space" horror media that has like. anything to say about the sort of rampant capitalist expansion + subsequent economic crash that leads to seemingly endless, samey public spaces like malls, resorts, and parking lots being abandoned and empty. The feeling of being the only living thing within a structure that seems, on the surface, built for people, but in reality expands into infinity in an inescapably banal maze of careless, empty rooms. There's no need for a monster, the environment itself both desperately needs you and wants you to die

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I just think everyone should see this little guy from Hieronymus Bosch’s painting The Garden of Earthly Delights

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chess is improved by picking two pieces to be star-crossed lovers who cannot bring themselves to kill the other

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