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  • 3liza:

    Now I wish to introduce the following idea. Between the vaults numbered nine and fourteen there occur dwellers who, to certain bewitched wastelanders, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true nature which is not human, but mutated (that is, teratogenic); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as “mutants.”

    It will be marked that I substitute vault designations for spatial ones. In fact, I would have the reader see “nine” and “fourteen” as the boundaries—the glassy dunes and blasted prairies—of an enchanted oasis haunted by those mutants of mine and surrounded by a vast, arid plain. Between those vault limits, are all girl-children mutants? Of course not. Otherwise, we who are in the know, we lone raiders, we mutolepts, would have long gone radsick. Neither are twisted looks any criterion; and vulgarity, or at least what a given clan terms so, does not necessarily impair certain mysterious characteristics, the feral savagery, the horrible, overwhelming, femur-shattering, brute strength that separates the mutant from such coevals of hers as are incomparably more dependent on the spatial world of synchronous phenomena than on that intangible mirage of shimmering sand where Tabitha preys with her likes. Within the same vaults the number of true mutants is trickingly inferior to that of provisionally disfigured, or just weird, or “peculiar,” or even “touched” and “red-headed,” ordinary, plumpish, bipedal, pink-skinned, essentially human little girls, with Geiger counters and jumpsuits, who may or may not turn into dwellers of great beauty (look at the ugly dumplings in blue rompers and yellow stripes that are metamorphosed into stunning stars of New Reno). A normal wastelander given a group photograph of vault girls or Rad Scouts and asked to point out the strangest one will not necessarily choose the mutant among them. You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot Jet in your loins and a super-voluptuous radiation permanently aglow in your subtle spine (oh, how you have to barter and sneak!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs—the slightly reptilian outline of a cheekbone, the iridescence of a scaly limb, and other indices which despair and shame and weals of radsickness forbid me to tabulate—the little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.

    made some important tweaks to this, the greatest thing i will ever write

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  • I’m getting so many flashbacks to Slashie r/n it ain’t even funny.

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  • so do yall remember aimee hanley.

    well,

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  • traversefamilypicnic:

    3liza:

    "Alexis", corrupt by her own poem and author name, stuck line by line into her hex file

    "Alex Is" by thedevouringseason

    less naked than she could be she waits.

    she has not yet convinced herself that she

    is vital to the continuance of herself or that

    she is not

    a bawd. to make holes in herself is

    a sacrifice of a future in which nobody

    asks her what was wrong. adolescence is

    a briarpatch and we aren’t all up to

    flying. there are those of us who kissed

    in the bracken and went home scratched

    and smiling

    and others who are still there today. 

    the eyes like any other organ lose themselves

    by lack of attention. you aren’t looking. she is

    no question a catalogue of hurt but it all grew back,

    it’s all there now. 

    this was a long time ago and its good to look back

    #my art  #nsfw  
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  • reblog if you’re going to let God handle that hoe

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  • seaghostsoaring:

Sebastian Droste (1892-1927) was a poet, actor and dancer connected with the gay and underworld subcultures of Berlin in the 1920s. In 1922, Droste married expressionist exotic dancer and actress in German silent movies, Anita Berber (1899–1928). Scandalously androgynous, she wore heavy dancer’s make-up, which on the black-and-white photos and films of the time came across as jet black lipstick painted across the heart-shaped part of her skinny lips, and charcoaled eyes. Her performances broke boundaries with their androgyny and total nudity, but it was her public appearances that really challenged taboos. Berber’s overt drug addiction and bisexuality were matters of public chatter. In addition to her addiction to cocaine, opium and morphine, one of Berber’s favourites was chloroform and ether mixed in a bowl. This would be stirred with a white rose, the petals of which she would then eat

    seaghostsoaring:

    Sebastian Droste (1892-1927) was a poet, actor and dancer connected with the gay and underworld subcultures of Berlin in the 1920s. In 1922, Droste married expressionist exotic dancer and actress in German silent movies, Anita Berber (1899–1928). Scandalously androgynous, she wore heavy dancer’s make-up, which on the black-and-white photos and films of the time came across as jet black lipstick painted across the heart-shaped part of her skinny lips, and charcoaled eyes.

    Her performances broke boundaries with their androgyny and total nudity, but it was her public appearances that really challenged taboos. Berber’s overt drug addiction and bisexuality were matters of public chatter. In addition to her addiction to cocaine, opium and morphine, one of Berber’s favourites was chloroform and ether mixed in a bowl. This would be stirred with a white rose, the petals of which she would then eat

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  • ARTIST:
    TRACK: The Art of War
    ALBUM: Team Fortress 2 soundtrack
    794 plays
    #rip tf2  #tf2  #music  
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  • 19thcenturyboyfriend:

Angel, Study for the Lost Paradise,  Alexandre Cabanel

    19thcenturyboyfriend:

    Angel, Study for the Lost Paradise,  Alexandre Cabanel

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  • i am wondering why the bodymod community hasn’t developed the platinum corneal implant technology into permanent circle lenses. because if there was a way to enlarge my irids on a permanent basis, I would do it instantly.

    #blog  
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  • orbsteeb:

    lifehacks: find/replace “PUA” with “sarging pepper’s lonely *fartz* chub-man”

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  • shadesofhayley:

https://weheartit.com/entry/133156812

    shadesofhayley:

    https://weheartit.com/entry/133156812

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  • The Harpies & Celaeno, Jos Cabrera.

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  • rare photo of an illegal horse demolition derby, c. 1890

    rare photo of an illegal horse demolition derby, c. 1890

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