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~ Duck Shaped Pot.

Culture: Tlatilco

Place of origin: Tlatilco, Valley of Mexico

Period : Middle Preclassic

Date: 1200-800 B.C.

Medium: Modeled clay

VRISKA: You don’t have to 8e alive to make yourself relevant. VRISKA: And you don’t have to 8e a good person to 8e a hero. VRISKA: You just have to know who you are and stay true to that.

I need to start a list of every time I’ve found out something important through this god forsaken format

ryan's intro to Goncharov (1973)

Unsolved: The Goncharov Hysteria

came home drunk last night and got way too excited to see my cat

currently crying over ancient humans and how the drive to create art and tell stories is literally ingrained into our DNA. how our species loves so deeply and mourns our dead so tenderly that we laid them to rest in beds of wildflowers, curled up like they were going to sleep for the final time. How children, when walking in mud and sand would tamp down their footprints and look at the marks they left. That in caves, small hands are on the ceiling because a loved one lifted the child up to decorate their home like we lift little kids up to decorate a Christmas tree or their bedroom walls. the fact that art was one of the first things to be created for our own enjoyment fills me with a feeling I don’t know how to describe. If I wasn’t going into illustration, I’d be an archeologist because I can think of nothing more amazing than uncovering the threads that weave the timeline of humanity together. I will never know these ancient humans and it makes my heart ache. The fact that we, hundreds of thousands of years in the future, are able to look back and see ourselves in those who never could have imagined what today is like is the coolest feeling ever.

i love them

them

me personally im preeeetty sure an intimate deliberate but reluctant act of violence is just another way of professing your love like hear me out there’s something romantic about gently stabbing ur not-lover and staring in their eyes as like ten million emotions flick through them like an old projector betraying their thoughts and you can’t look away because it’s them, their eyes and even when it’s fleeting looks of betrayal and anger it’s so beautiful coming from them and you cant imagine holding anyone else this close as the blood starts to soak through their shirt and practically through yours too you can’t imagine listening so closely to anyone else’s breath hitch with pain like theirs is and maybe you never even wanted it to come to this in the first place even if you used to swear to yourself you did but for some reason or another it has to happen and if it has to happen you have to be the one to do it because no one else deserves to

anyways do u guys want anything from the store im picking up salami

Update I’ve seen it 4 times since I posted that 30 seconds ago. this is it for me

One of my mutuals reposted the same post so many times I’ve been scrolling for 5 minutes and in between random shit it keeps popping up I’m losing my mind. if I have to see howls pooping butthole one more time idk what I’ll do but I’ll do it with tenacity