Happy international women’s day anything that can be destroyed by women’s liberation should be destroyed by women’s liberation xoxo
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Happy international women’s day anything that can be destroyed by women’s liberation should be destroyed by women’s liberation xoxo
I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad
In case you're curious here's what I mean.
Renaissance(distinct lines, stability and the individual man):
Baroque (bold, chaotic, dramatic):
Romantic(romanticize the simple hard working life):
Do you see the difference?
this post has re-wired my brain in the best way
Partner and I had a long and philosophical discussion over whether the role of Pontius Pilate in the Muppet Passion of the Christ should be played by Sam the Eagle (his idea) or jointly by Statler and Waldorf (my idea). We were, however, in agreement that Jesus should be the only human and he should be played by Robert Pattinson
Why Robert Pattinson, you ask? Well, the sole human actor in a Muppet thing should a) be the character with the most central pathos, b) be an actor who is credible and well-respected, and c) be an actor who is Down for Anything and Good at Keeping a Straight Face, so they can act alongside the muppets like they're going for a tasteful oscar. Also, imagine Robert Pattinson nailed to a cross alongside the muppet good and bad thieves. And imagine the sheer profit margin from the now-grown Twilight teens lining up to see Robert Pattinson nailed to a cross.
on ao3 like some of these doves aren't even wounded
#people used to be freaks #we used to be a country (@spikeface)
This too shall pass but like holy fuck
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She deserves every ounce of adoration the world has to offer.
whats the loudest reocurring noise that happens near ur house for example i live next to an airport so its definitely the planes
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Get rid of a green food. No nuance no loop holes no other options, your answer is definitive, which green food has to GO
lettuce
spinach
green apples
broccoli
green grapes
cucumbers
avocados
limes
green bell peppers
peas
pickles
green beans
limes losing this poll by a huge margin is obvious citrushead world peace but bell peppers winning by an even larger margin is insane to me what is wrong with you people there's green apples and lettuce on here
I picked green apples but only because Kale is conspicuously absent
I can only assume because we have already eliminated it from the world and this is round two
People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.
I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.
I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.
There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me
Joey please
#i love these idiots the most
#it's missing jaskier hours (insp)