Pandora by John William Waterhouse, 1898.
i love waterhouse, for my own, ahem, reasons. see for example, le belle dame sans merci…
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It’s a new comic about a CHILDHOOD CLASSIC
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We watched the film version of this at school in year 5 and the first thing that happened when colin magically decides he can walk is that i got asked by my charming classmates “why cant you do that?” i don’t have a depression curing messiah garden, is what 10 year old me should have said
its nice to constantly be proved right?
about your belief in your own parasitic nature.
Grant Morrison, two hours of awesome, subversive, tumultuous art and life experiance. listen to it. this is what the internet is for, sharing consciousness, not dick pics. Listen
A day of moderately good news.
so, a piece i wrote sort of helped someone to win an award. hmm. its one of those weird things where you had an impact but not quite enough to feel particularly good about it, its not like a mutual orgasm, where you can feel a flicker of pride at some resonance.
Drinking english afternoon tea at 4:30 am
I’ve never met an English person, (or indeed been an English person) who had afternoon tea. it seems a shame but then I’ve never met an English person who liked Benny hill either which doesn’t
one of the best photos of me there is, and the closest i’ve ever gotten to Shade cosplay
if anyone ever wants to know what i consider friendship, this, this is pretty much it
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in both images, a garrote is imminent.
Forgot How Much alistair smythe inspired me as a kid
smart, angry, british, wheelchair bound. wanted my own set of spider slayers. until he sold out and grew hooves
