mooncustafer

dwellerinthelibrary:

Meanwhile at the Oriental Institute in Chicago, a demon is trapped at the centre of an Aramaic curse written on an incantation bowl. You can almost hear the tiny, indignant squawking.

doot-meister:

karhs:

beep-beepster:

drkshdwbnch:

mother fucker unlimited

this is some ed edd eddy shit

the eyepatch. the washing machine. the shovel. this is incredible.

Omg

mentally-underwhelming:

I feel like the worst thing about having adhd and anxiety is that sometimes you’re excited about a thing so you just fucking talk forever about it because your adhd is incapable of shutting up but later the anxiety kicks in and your brain just spends hours walking around in circles banging pans together and screaming because how dare you do an interaction

Then there’s the bit where a couple of weeks later you also
get interested in a different thing, and you feel like you’re cheating on the
first thing and that people will judge you for being so shallow and flighty.

nevver:

Like this, IG : itsPeteski

I feel like a lot of us can identify with the sentiment, if
not the exact details.

chagalov:

Emmy Hennings on stage as “truth-speaking” spider, 1915 [+]
(mention: Nachlass Hugo Ball und Emmy Hennings / Robert Walser-Stiftung Zurich)

Hennings was then working with the Maxim vaudeville troupe in Zürich. In her diary, she described a stint as the Greek mythological figure Arachne who was to offer “Eternal Truth, only 20 centimes” :

Eternal Truth comes from me of course and I find it comical. And that it should come so cheap. As if what we demand were not worth much. A theatre death, a real variety death would be the right thing for me. One would really like to be the truth, not only appear to be it, and if I were to be found entangled in my net I would be the truth. Masked to the very last. […] We believe in the proven truth of illusion.

Photo and quote from : Ruth Hemus, Dada’s Women (Yale University Press – New Haven & London, 2009)

jimmythejiver:

thecringeandwincefactory:

wonderdave:

The whole Pepsi commercial thing reminded me that people always mis-remember the famous flower in the gun barrel photo as being a young woman. It wasn’t. The photo, taken by Bernie Boston, is of George Edgerly Harris III better known by his stage name Hibiscus. He was a member of the San Francisco based radical gay liberation theater troupe the Cockettes. He died of AIDS in 1982 at the time AIDS was still referred to by the name GRID which stood for Gay Related Immuno-Deficiency. The photo was taken at a protest at the Pentagon.

I had no idea who he was, thank you.

This is one example of the Mandela Effect phenomena, where an iconic moment is reenacted with a hippy woman so many times that people think that’s the story and thus another gay man is written out of history. Thanks for the photo.