Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi
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Janaina Medeiros

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Origami Around

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blake kathryn

if i look back, i am lost
Not today Justin
todays bird
YOU ARE THE REASON
cherry valley forever
Monterey Bay Aquarium
occasionally subtle

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
trying on a metaphor

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Keni

ellievsbear
noise dept.
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi
Pavla Malinová — Time According to Max Ernst (oil on canvas, 2022)
I've been horny. Obviously just in my abstract ways
i know i’m just in a bad mood but this push to re-categorize every kind or moral human action as inherently punk and cool is fucking cringe because you’re showing your ass about your priorities. as a visibly alt queer myself, who gives a FUCK if being nice is “punk”? just be nice because it’s nice. i’m not giving you special scene brownie points for it?? and you don’t even listen to punk music or care about the history? so why do you care about being “punk”?? IM GOING CRAZY
while im reiterating posts, let’s touch this one!
so, so many well-meaning people going “well, if feeling punk is what makes people be nice and do nice things, let them say they’re punk!” to which, yeah, i can’t stop them
my objection isn't "being nice isn't punk, therefore don't be nice”
my objection is that we've reached a point where every positive human behavior gets reframed as an aesthetic identity instead of just being a positive human behavior
if you think helping people is good, then help people because it's good!
if you think kindness is good, be kind because it's good!
i don't understand the need to run every moral action through a "but is it punk?" filter first, especially when a lot of the people doing this have no actual interest in punk as a culture, music scene, history, or political tradition (for better or for worse)
at a certain point "punk" just becomes shorthand for "thing i personally approve of," and then the word stops meaning anything at all
ANYWAY! here’s some punk bands you could check out if you’re interested in punk music that might reflect the values you hold dear but you’re not sure where to start: Against Me!, Crass, The Dicks, MDC, X-Ray Spex, The Muslims, G.L.O.S.S., Big Joanie, Los Crudos, Pansy Division! give them a try! happy thrashing!
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
I'm not sure what mood this is but it sure is one
it’s a spoiler alert
She’s definitely spoiling her dinner.
[ID: An image of a white sporty-looking car with a high spoiler on the back; a woman is sitting on the trunk of the car, legs through the spoiler, using it like a narrow table to eat soup off of. She also has what looks like a coffee drink and possibly some french fries nearby.]
This post has been sitting in my drafts for 4 years. Thank you @ihatebrainstorm for making this joke possible.
Hélène Cixous, from Stigmata: Escaping Texts
i like when fiction treats love as a more complicated force and not something that is inherently pure or redemptive. portray it as flawed and complex as any other human impulse. give me love as prejudice, love as possessive stasis, love as addiction, love as blindness, etc.
In bidens America everyone is from New Jersey
does anyone like me and want to understand me
isolated because he makes me laugh
being online is becoming.. such a drag. this used to be fun! this used to be so much easier for communities to build! to find art you like! I feel like I open my dumb little screen to write something or find inspiration and immediately enter an espionage scene with a room full of real red lasers in trying to avoid any contact with AI and ads and some horrible news headline and oh! some idiot is trying to convince me nazism had some points, though! and I scroll so quick around this shit and still get so laser-burnt up because my joints and dextrous spy flips and knee bending aren't what they used to be. every screen loves to serve me garbage. it's such a bummer! I open this dumb window to places I used to enjoy spending time on and now feel so gross!! I feel like I'm reaching back for something that is only an echo of what it was! where do we go from here!!
when the root of the tragedy was love.
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sandra cisneros
Margaret Atwood, from an essay featured in "In Other Worlds," originally published in 2011
Leon Romanow (1938-2001) — Before the Storm [mixed media, canvas, 1977]