Musings from Anna Fusco
this is not just a nice sentiment. we already have the capacity for post-scarcity, just not the system.
Musings from Anna Fusco
this is not just a nice sentiment. we already have the capacity for post-scarcity, just not the system.
I think I’m getting close to giving up, not in the sense that I want to die. But in the sense that if I could give up my body to welcome an instrument of chaos into this world, the chaotic being can have it.
Realistically speaking I’m not doing any good with it, why not let it get possessed?
I think I’m getting close to giving up, not in the sense that I want to die. But in the sense that if I could give up my body to welcome an instrument of chaos into this world, the chaotic being can have it.
you cannot advertise to me in a way that matters.
PROBLEM
The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?
SOLUTION
You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.
Kagepro characters as barbie posters but they get increasingly meaner
[Image description: A digital illustration of Azami, Shion and Mary from Kagerou Project. The characters are aligned one behind the other, with Azami obscured in the background with her hands hovering around Shion’s face. Shion is immediately behind Mary, trying to cover Mary’s eyes, who cries. They all look at the viewer with bright red eyes. End description]
I've had this scenario bounce around in my head for a while:
marry's unusual eye colour and her massive hair silhouette is recipe for big spooky
my teeth were perfectly designed to tear abd rend the soft white flesh of the gentle beast known as the mozzarella
my teeth were perfectly designed to tear abd rend the soft white flesh of the gentle beast known as the mozzarella
u agree 💅✨
saw a gif of a lizard earlier today and Had to recreate the image. said gif is under the jump
He’s Pondering him fish jar
Say no more
a girl in full armour has been sighted in a macdonalds poking fries through her visor