"Imperfection Moulds Perfection..."

this is so mean but sometimes i see published writing and suddenly no longer feel insecure about my own writing ability. like well okay that got published so im guessing i dont have much to worry about

This scene right here is much more than Steven sitting in despair. It's literally the heartbreak on his face after a fight. The way the mirror is broken it seems it was punched way too many times in anger. Clearly, the baby Bois have been fighting and arguing. Steven is in pain because of his new reality and the possibility of Marc hurting someone meanwhile Marc is in agony over his role in stopping the "evil madman" and protecting both Steven and Layla from konshu.

The way Marc was waiting with a proud daddy smirk on his face, waiting for Steven so that he can tell him first what a good punch he landed and then go for negotiating surrender of his body.

The brilliant way this scene was put together. Brilliantly acted, shot and edited. And holy shit, the eyes on Oscar Issac! This is absolute gem!

Steven is going to be in shock for a long time for this one! The way he was shocked seeing the divorce papers?

"I would never divorce you."

Or the part where he without hesitation stated.

"You seem really lovely. On the other hand, this Marc? He sounds like a twit, right?"

He's is so precious given the way he talks, oh I'm swooning please!

Covered in sweat, nursing whiskey, broken glass, thrown pillows, messy sheets- poor Marc is a literal mess. So much to protect and fight for, so much to live through especially his own demons and nightmares. He clearly needs a good sleep, a little rest. The way he's looking in the mirror and then turning to take a gulp from his bottle, there's no doubt they did have a bad argument. He's as much of a mess Steven is , maybe more so, he just likes to use knives to express it.

I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean 'sugary.' It's dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain.

— Catherine Breillat

@academia-lucifer

this magnificent artist ... @sunnnliwx is their @ on most things I believe . please show your support because this is absolutely beautiful .

Overly Honest Methods in science.

I’ve got to stop acting like I’m on holiday💀

2 ─ 4/100 days of code, 26 ─ 280523

coding progress —

✓ day 2 : CSS Bootstrap Practice ✓ day 3 : Recap of the full HTML + CSS Lessons ✓ day 4 : Building a responsive Landing page

i'm finally done with HTML and CSS, i found that having experience working with webflow made understanding the grid system and flexbox much easier!

but i can't say i'm good with css yet; my learning process so far has been based a lot on theory and less on practice.

i'm planning to change that.

so before starting the Java script chapter, i prepared some HTML and CSS challenges to help me get more familiar working with these tools.

challenge number one : is to make a responsive landing page

i started working on it this morning, learning bootstrap is really making building anything so easy,

it feels abit like cheating! ꒰･‿･๑꒱

work in progress of the landing page

Poem Bangkok ‘Magical Duality’ fall 2022 

Me talking to the small part of my brain that is me but wants to do something I know will end up bad just so when it does end up bad I don't need to blame myself✌️👇-

Someone I knew- an acquaintance, died today. I was indifferent to his existence, we all are to most people we casually encounter but it's hard to be entirely indifferent to their death too. You feel for the the possibility of life they could've had, you feel for the sorrow of those who knew them, you feel anxieties and hopelessness of those who were left behind with a hole in their daily lives because of that death. You feel the utter despair even if just for a second. I am not surprised that I did too, even if just for a few minutes as the realness of the moment hit me at once and overwhelmed my mind. I cried, a little but I did and I had no control over it. It's the origin of that burst of grief from within- the heartbreak for the family of that cold dead body being mourned now, the heartbreak of the good and bad that person was being everyday of their life but will be no more, the heartbreak for the cries and heartache that isn't even mine.

Here's to the relief of death still being merely an acquaintance to me.