This is an Aztec/Mayan weapon called Macuahuitl, it’s made from just sharp rocks (obsidian is mostly used), and wood, it’s so strong and sharp, it can not only Decapitate man, but also a horse. (Source)
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*smiles in Mexican pride*
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This is an Aztec/Mayan weapon called Macuahuitl, it’s made from just sharp rocks (obsidian is mostly used), and wood, it’s so strong and sharp, it can not only Decapitate man, but also a horse. (Source)
@sixpenceee
*smiles in Mexican pride*
A video of an artichoke blooming. (Source)
So soothing 😇
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Emma (2020) meets Clueless (1995).
Sarita Choudhury in Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love (1996)
Grown man, jumping at ghosts. Fontaine’s dead, and everybody knows it. In the ground for months, and half the place still jumping at his shadow. Christ, even Ryan.
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It has the viscosity of a sauce. It is a jam.
I mean as a straight-passing white dude I can talk you there are individuals whose identities are solely these things. No personality, only privilege. Systems need agents, so let’s call out both.
What a beautiful wedding
It belongs in a museum,I think
This is utterly fabulous!
Marilyn Monroe sits down for some dinner after attending the premiere of Tennessee Williams’ play Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, 24th March, 1955
“I must keep quiet for a little space and then walk very slowly along that bright sound of pain, towards that blue, blue wave. What bliss there is in blueness. I never know how blue blueness could be…”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Laughter in the Dark (via thebluesthour)