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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Sade Olutola
#extradirty
$LAYYYTER
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Jules of Nature
Peter Solarz
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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NASA
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.
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I love seeing this shot, and it's a lot of fun to replicate!
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Sometimes people expect me to just find the flaws in fantasy archery, but I find there's a lot more to learn from finding the ways in which they DO work.
It's amazing how many things are only impossible if you stop to think about them.
(Btw the music isn't really a response to the comment, but it is a JAM)
Wandering 🌷
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EYE remember. They sicced the police and the National Guard on us. For exercising our constitutionally protected right to assembly and protest.
And I also remember how, especially under cover of darkness, cops became particularly nasty and brutal.
We protested to say Black Lives Matter,
People protested to Occupy Wall Street, the police brutally attacked them.
Water protectors protested at Standing Rock, police and the National Guard pepper sprayed them.
The police are attacking and killing unarmed protesters right now today at Cop City in Atlanta. So please let’s knock off the “imagine if people in the US protested like that” nonsense. Sometimes it feels like we stay protesting, like since before I was even ever born.
In addition to all the innocent and unarmed Black people they routinely murder, the police also did things like shoot protesters directly in the head with tear gas canisters, at point blank range. I remember police wilding out on students who were protesting at UC Davis campus to protest tuition hikes. I remember the police tear-gassing a young girl named Sarah Grossman. The cops gassed her in the face and she died from it. And the media even tried covering for the police by parroting their version of events that she had asthma.
I could continue…
But I do not begrudge the French protesters. Like, not at all. They are right to protest Macron’s callous neoliberal ass, and I hope they get what’s theirs. I hope they win. We are on the same side.
#Solidarity #PowerToThePeople ✊🏿
But yeah, let’s not divide and conquer by pitting “our” protests against “their” protests. Let’s not memory hole lived reality and dishonor all the protests that really truly did occur, and are still ongoing even as we speak.
the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.
THEM !
generally not super into shapeshifter characters being revealed to have like a singular True Form. isnt it much more interesting to imagine a creature so fluid and ever-changing that even they cant identify any one body as the "true" self, or simply dont see the need to?
is this you? yes. this one too? yes. but then which one is the real you? define "real" define "you" theyre all me. even the ones that are someone else? especially those.
tip: everything you pretend to becomes a part of what you are and even the facade you wear for the sake of deception reveals a crucial truth.
also: the self is a multi-faceted, ever-shifting thing
me reading my own writing: a classic! hilarious! ohoho i am oscar wilde i am very clever
also me reading my own writing: what is this abomination i have unleashed upon society. i’m like dr. frankenstein but with words that are bad
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wanted to post this in autumn, but then I thought to myself: If I wanted to draw a witch in the summer, then surely there are people who want to see witches in the summer.
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when u make a mutual and then ur mutual has an in group of mutuals and over time and one by one they follow u and u follow them back and vice versa slowly its like earning the trust of the italian mob one mafioso at a time until finally ur being kissed on the lips at gatherings
Why is it always ‘queer people are projecting their identities onto characters’ and never ‘straight people are presuming that their identity is the default’?
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