Latest Posts by jupiterthedoom - Page 2
Star girl ⋆⭒˚.⋆
people vaguely saying 'the horrors' as shorthand for 'life problems, don't worry about it' in conversations where the problems are not going to be delved into has got to be one of my favorite new Ways Of Speaking that has emerged. like it's polite and vague and succinct enough for impersonal conversation but also extremely honest. it's very funny. The Horrors. we all know of them.
been thinking about fantasy/scifi rule systems and free will
donna tartt was a crazy woman for making julian and henrys relationship mirror that of fuckass aristoteles and alexander the great
julian is essentially just an 80s aristoteles because he lives in solitude, believes in natural hierarchies and aristocracies, places virtue and studies above all, his most famous student — alexander the great — ends up conquering the world and then when said student isnt of use to him anymore he runs away in fear
i love graffiti. "comics and jazz are the only american art forms" you forgot graffiti. did you remember graffiti? That art form birthed in Philly and NYC in the early 70s by poor Black kids. that art form that spread all over the world and influenced so many. that's used without irony in commercials when they're trying to appeal to a "young urban" customer.
did you forget graffiti? that racism broken windows theory victim? that reach the establishment takes claiming that it's exclusively violent gang members throwing up those full-color pieces and wildstyle tags in the middle of the night outsmarting fifty security cameras because the billboard was ugly anyway. as if, even if it was, it wouldn't be impressive as all hell. risking brutality and fall damage so your art can occupy the space a gentrified condo named something like "Coluumna" took away from you. proving that despite only assholes affording to live here anymore there's still a soul beneath it. an animal with dripping stripes and teeth that go clack-clack tsssss
aussie academia
aussie academia is writing your essay the night before, sitting in your wet swimmers, an ice cold bottle of cheap wine sweating onto the table beside you, your legs sticking to the seat, your hair still dripping water down your back.
it’s the taste of salt water in your mouth, the smell of the day’s sunscreen, and more ink on your fingers than the page.
it’s seeking refuge from the heat by studying in the cool, white, science lab during your lunch. it’s drawing all the blinds to keep the sun out and having to write your flashcards in the dark. it’s bare feet in the library.
it’s biting into a slice of watermelon, the juice dripping down your chin and staining your notes pink. it’s keeping gold coins in your bra to buy a one dollar ice cream from the servo on your study break. it’s memorising content until the sun goes down at ten pm, and then using the warm light of the sunset to study until midnight.
it’s flipping flashcards with your best friend on the front porch, having to raise your voice over the evening cicadas. it’s opening your notebook to find sand in the spine. it’s using flat shells as bookmarks and coconut scented candles everywhere. it’s the smell of citronella and cigarettes on the south lawn, giggles in the air after exams.
