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I wouldn't be a good sacrificial lamb I'd be like a huge bitch about it

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unavoidable that you will be the villain in someone else's story. You will be painted in an unfavorable light. You will be the irredeemable one. and all of this will happen despite how nice you might usually be or how kind or how respectful or how warm. and you will just have to move on.

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Jonathan Sawday, The Body Emblazoned: Dissection and the Human Body in Renaissance Culture

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gonna be a hater for a minute, reblog and put in the tags the last movie that you HATED like viscerally hated like 1/2 star on letterboxd HATED

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“There is never any warning. To be honest, I tend to create the history after the fact, once the face is shattered, the bridge full of tumors and rotting wood. I discover the long-oozing sore, the burning path that might suggest a long-standing infection, evidence which here means, I am not paranoid; see, the line of ash and arson, collapsed metaphors that might tug the condemnation free, if only—if only— but it has always been this way, without warning, after the first—suddenly recognizing no one and finding the weapon in all of it. I am so afraid I am embarrassed, attacked vividly somehow, by every expression that even creases their lips to say, I swear, what I know, what I know they must believe about me, must see across the glass, the worst remains, bloodless, heartless, an old, aging monster perhaps. I lick my nails until they glisten, slicing the light to ribbons, clawing the faces, the memories, the open curtains and upholstery, shattered glass between my knuckles. Once home, after, I swear, I know I have defended something—like myself, perhaps—I coddle the lonely, rich with isolation, near gluttonous with it, an excess of self-absorption probably, but still, the walls, now six guillotines high, just as precise and unforgiving, circle my wet body, supremely naked and de-skinned, stinging and joyous, cringing against the cold air like a newborn, or something feral and suddenly so clean it does not recognize itself, beneath the moonlight, tiny dots of blood forming slowly atop the freshly raw casing, that skittish layer of under-flesh that peels its eyes open, stunned and aware—but calm, finally.”

— What Is Known as Paranoia Or Maladjusted Self-Defense by Jacqui Germain

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To truly, successfully eroticize the monstrous you must be brave enough to make the object in question actually ugly. At the heart of the fantasy is a person whose very form is so profoundly unacceptable that there is significant social stigma attendant upon finding them attractive - a person who feels deeply their own repulsiveness, who expects universal rejection for their appearance - and, crucially, another person who treats them as if they are beautiful.

For this to be effective, the monstrous character can't just be plain - they have to be wildly, fascinatingly unacceptable - prodigiously, fantastically, sublimely ugly. If you're anxious about the character not being hot you'll never pull it off because the entire fantasy is about not being afraid.

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burning as passion and punishment ; 

electra, sophocles // agony, miles johnston // hellfire, the hunchback of notre dame (1996) // saint maud (2019) // brutus, plutarch // the call, remedios varos // mary magdalene, fka twigs // carrie (1976) // growing wings, drakengard

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no i didnt get that from a video essay im a little more well read than that thanks. i got it from the abstract for a study i didnt read the rest of

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あくび

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brazil is the only country we know exists for sure

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yeah im good the light has left my world though

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I’ve decided that my 20s are actually age 25 - 35

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was curious what this actually looked like, and luckily this edition, and a bunch more from this publication, have been fully archived in their original language with the original illustrations included. somehow, it's both more and less disturbing than what i was imagining.

the house of asterion is also available to read in english. it's amazing and also only two pages, please check it out!

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there we were again, in the midst of that unforgettable summer; your eyes were wet with pollen and the wind blew southwest everyday. if you listen closely you can still hear the ringing laughter that echoed through the leaves and the crunch of soil as we wandered beneath the canopies of the evergreens – that was when we were young.