#chalms

[psikonauti]

Marc Chalmé (French, b. 1969)

Into the dream

Oil on canvas

[maxthefromg]

Oc drawings I’ve been hoarding

[silvercaptain24]

hihiiiiii

booping you

~ Z

[clueless1995]

woke up from a dream where snoop dog bumped into me in a waiting room (it was After some sort of indoor music festival) and dropped whatever he was carrying and his stuff went everywhere so of course i apologised and helped him pick everything up Not recognising him as snoop dog. and then when i finally stood up and handed him back his stuff i was like Oh. You’re Snoop Dog. Don’t worry i’m not a super fan or anything i’m not gonna freak out but that’s cool (cannot express enough how little i actually know or care about snoop dog, i’m pretty sure i was just dreaming about him because i watched the california gurls music video last night) and he was like. yeah i’m snoop dog. you seem like a nice kid come with me i wanna give you something. and obviously in real life this is red flag central but dream ana was like Okay sure and then we were at a gazebo and my mum was there and she was like ?? a snoop mega fan (she literally doesn’t know who he is irl she exclusively listens to fleetwood mac and she’s so real for that) and so he was just chatting with us about life and whatnot but my mum kept shoehorning Snoop-specific facts into the conversation and it was so embarrassing for Me personally but he didn’t seem to notice (maybe he had forgotten all of it skdjsjs. also im sure none of it is Actually true because once more. i don’t know anything about snoop dog so why would my dream??) but anyway he was like you guys seem cool it’s good to see kids these days be polite like you (i’m a full adult. i’m 24 years old. i’ve got like 15 tattoos and most of them are Pretty Visible most of the time. but i wasn’t gonna correct him) and gave me a bunch of. i don’t really remember what exactly they were but it was the vibe of backstage passes/exclusive festival stuff. for the festival that was already over. but again i wasnt gonna say anything i was just like wow that’s really cool thanks! and he was like yeah no worries. and at this point it was getting dark and i was like it’s been super nice chatting with you snoop dog but we’ve gotta head home. and he was like yeah shit sorry i kept you here chatting for so long here let me give you some money for a cab. and despite my protests he proceeds to open his wallet and starts stacking Australian $2 Coins on the table and ends up on another tangent but keeps count i guess and then is like yeah so thanks for being chill and hanging out here’s $600 and i was like ????? and then his bodyguard/assisstant (who literally didn’t exist before this point in the dream) leaned over and said “he likes to use cash he’s old fashioned like that. just take the money i think he’s trying to get rid of his spare change” and i was like okay cool thanks snoop dog have a great evening. and tried to pick up 300 $2 coins that were just loosely stacked on the picnic table and that’s when i woke up

[whynotzoidbergdotorg]

This meme is so them lmfaoooo

(Please do not tag as Chalm/Skinn)

[lonelyroommp3]

i have a deep fundamental moral aversion to the entire kardashian-jenner industrial complex but there really is something quite sweet about kylie and timmy chalms...

[virtualgirladvance]

9. What chalms you down?

12. How are you?

17. Fairy lights or LED lights?

18. Do you still love stuffed animals?

23. Favourite piece of clothing?

You dont have to answer if you dont want to

Loud music, it screams for me and overpowers the noise in my head. I might have tinnitus now but at least I'm alive

... I cannot answer this truthfully in a public setting. Lets say "hanging in there"

LEDs, got really bad associated memories about fairy lights

So so much, my bed has at least a dozen plushies and they keep multiplying

This long black skirt with shoulder straps. Hella sukeban vibes

[violet-moonstone]

desperately waiting for the day i can speak at length with someone who also listens to the story must be told

i love everything about it

i love the strange frame narrative about a corrupt megachurch/cult with a cast of wacky and sometimes terrifying characters (looking at you Chalms! wtf are you, Chalms!?)

i love the gut wrenching short stories with a wide range of settings and tones. I love how deeply upsetting (and darkly funny!) so many of the stories are as well as the rare moments of joy and hope that occasionally break up the darkness

I love the gender and sexuality inclusion, the constant critiques of capitalism, and the various strange depictions of God whenever they are included in the series

I love the growing feeling of dread I feel when a story just keeps getting more and more out of hand and I can just feel the horrific ending approaching - and then theres the sense of unease and tentative hope when maybe, just maybe, there might be a happy ending...

tsmbt is everything i want from media like black mirror and night vale but imo it delivers way more and i wish more people knew about it!!!

i need to start posting more about this podcast

[kafkaespsps]

timoth chalamee is way too hot to play bong dylan. This is Weird little Guy erasure and we shouldn't stand for it. bob dylan could give all of Tisch chlamydia but timothě chalm could never write blowin in the wind, so who's the real cultural mainstay

[calder]

omg. i think tsmbt is gonna kill off chalms

[psikonauti]

Marc Chalmé (French, b. 1969)

Le Triomphe Du Végétal 

Oil on canvas

[lost-my-soup]

- me chalming a horse named website after it did a thing and got flustered

Looks like I did a thing!#objectum

[clueless1995]

that timmy chalms quote about the pipes calling is a form of psychological torment targeted at Me Specifically. due to the dream. i think im being gangstalked

[ilovetheseattlemariners]

"the worst part about being dumped is recalling the times you dumped other people, and realizing how little the person that just dumps you cares about you now"

i haven't used tumblr in so long and i was attempting to peruse the tumblr of a random youtuber i liked and while i was attempting to scroll a popup asking me to log in or sign up prohibited me from going further down this escapade and when i pressed the "sign up" button i was prompted to reset the password to an account i had completely forgotten i had made many years ago with the fake aspirations of creating some sort of roblox webcomic, which must date this account to being almost eight or nine years ago now. terrifying, especially since none of what happened then i can necessarily remember, nor will i be recollecting any of that on this blog now.

having been inundated with the urge to journal for a long time now, i feel compelled to have this here to fulfill that purpose. i guess i could talk about a lot of things here.

my most recent ex texted me for the first time in two months telling me they just tested positive for chlams and that i should go about getting tested for that too which sucks. i think a lot about that line from before sunrise where the douche guy character says some shit like "the worst part about being dumped is recalling the times you dumped other people, and realizing how little the person that just dumps you cares about you now." fucking shit man.

like there isn't a world where i would ever want to be with them again, but there is also a world where i was once a part of their life and the lives of all the people i befriended in the year i spent studying abroad in the city that i will no longer return to probably: the world in question is this one.

auden brings up in his preface to some trees that "what's real is sacred. and what's sacred is ritual. ergo, the moment something stops being repeated it is no longer real." so i guess that means the year i spent in that city i studied in is no longer real, yet it can also be surmised that my constant harkening back to those memories is evidence of their realness. i can't so much as blink without being transported to some moment in the past that only serves to perpetuate my condition. oh how i miss you. currently i try to remove myself entirely from the people i met there. self-amputation of the heart, to coin a phrase that i will almost undoubtedly look back on with chagrin.

anyways, chlams. went to the beach with my lesbian coworker the other day after telling her about that and how much it stressed me and we smoked too many darts and ate too much junkfood and kind of had one of those meandering conversations that aren't bad but just innocuous and sort of directionless. i had things to get off my chest but i don't think i unloaded it at all; i think i was still scared. the view from the beach was nice though. i wish mishima could've seen that. the way the summer sun lay across the waves in fading light the colour of autumn. the leaves appearing to wave overhead doubtfully. whenever i read a mishima depiction of a nature scene it is almost as though he lived on another planet with nature prettier than ours. now i have to fucking call around to book std clinic appts, cuz i guess getting tested for chalms is a fucking archaic ritual that requires supplicating to anachronisms.

getting a text from them is what really destroyed me, though. the contents of the text could've been fucking gibbergabber and in an instant a bottomless chasm would be made in whatever room i was in and i would be immediately hurdling down to its core. i don't know, maybe it's the thing of like "doesn't the thought of there being people out there who know all about you but you no longer talk to them and they have no presence in your life", except its me being that person for them and getting to vicariously live it out (though i also do live it out, god knows i do) is what is fucking me over so hard like this. not to boast, but i also did a really good job of wiping any sort of trace of them out of my phone; but now the absence has a bigger presence in my life than any old photo ever did.

anyways, i'm being incoherent now i know. tomorrow i go out with my gym bro for the first time since she's come back from vacation. that's exciting. another con about studying abroad in a foreign city and then leaving and never coming back is that it basically leaves you like a stray dog in a cold winter night with no support circle. it's gotten so unbearably tough and lonely at times and i've basically become hyper-attached to everyone i know and get super self-conscious about being overly-needy but i can't help it because of the crippling loneliness i've bestowed upon myself. i've been coping through this by saying that it would all get better in the fall, back when the turn of seasons was a far away and abstract concept. but now it's already august and it seems inevitable now. i mean, it is inevitable. and i don't know, the transition from chapters always fucks me over.

okay i don't know what else to say. cya

[nando161mando]