the things that make us happy make us wise

Call me Cedar! Butch dyke, adult. I write, I draw, I sew-- sometimes those things are here. Icon credit to @aziraphale-is-ace

[tockthewatchdog]

[butchboromir]

this is how some people on here talk about punk

[fidelcostco]

can't believe the only options are 30 minutes early or 10 minutes late. if only there were some other way. but what can you do

[mushroom-soup-is-my-religion]

[cookiethebirddoll]

bus is my friend. shes no train but shes trying her hardest in a world that hates her

[wojtekaneko]

Have some Strange & Norrell memes I made some time ago after finishing the books

[wojtekaneko]

Hey, can you hear that? You know... the sound of a bell tolling. No? Ah okay so it is just me...

Based on this delightful little compilation post

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[oneheadtoanother]

[quasi-normalcy]

99% of dying empires stop their desperate military adventurism right before it succeeds brilliantly and propels them to a new 10,000-year golden age.

[escuerzoresucitado]

[mini-wrants]

Outdoor in sun perfec t place for president to do speech! Outdoor very warm very soft put old man on green lawn under sun. Put old man in warm sun. no problem ever in warm sun because good view and audience can see long speech. Nice podium outdoor sunny perfect place for old president can trust warm sun to give nice view to President good luck to President. friend sun.

[naldibutnice]

Motion Picture Classic, 1925

[fuck-customers]

[bugshroom]

you have only experienced one singular lame as fuck blunt rotation in your life or what… “safety tips” is killing me Who does that. ykw actually everyone in this blunt rotation is my nightmare blunt rotation.

[untitledrockshow]

dream blunt rotation

[bluef00t]

Southern Reach dashboard simulator

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do you ever just... think about a job you almost did but backed out of at the last second lol. like in another world there's a totally different version of me running around out there living a different life... I wonder if she'd be happier than me

#ughhhh #keep getting Google alerts for news related to that nature reserve in Florida... #not reading them... #i don't wanna know if I missed a total mess or the discovery of a lifetime #linguistprattles

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doing badly again ☹️

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Anyonymous asked: ANNIHILATION

am I seriously getting suicide baited over sockpuppet rumors. Grow up

#I am not even slightly kidding when I say the people on this website need to go outside and touch grass

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I sometimes get asks about how I'm "allowed" to run a blog about Black lesbian history if I work at Central. Simple: I do not discuss classified information here and I behave like an adult, both of which put me ahead of basically everyone in the agency who might raise a complaint.

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An old boss, before he was promoted out of existence, used to run a public outreach blog on this site. Every single post written like this.

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In this week's news. If you can believe it, this is the man they just hired to replace our director of 20 years. It is not classified to say I give this man till the end of the week before he quits.

#good riddance. #life at the hell agency

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more mural progress #artistsontumblr

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okay seriously this is getting creepy. @ghostbird-biologist claimed to be lonelybiologist's new blog but even though her old url says deactivated and I can't open it to submit an ask it's still posting like every hour??? Either ghostbird-biologist is committing identity theft or is a bot trained on her old posts. Like. What the fuck???

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I am myself. don't know why you care or why I have to prove this to you

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I literally used to be coworkers with lonely-biologist if you're not a bot then DM me your name, your real actual legal human name, and I'll stop! you piece of shit identity thief

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no

#lol

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doing badly ❤️

[standwithdaanes]

Many [Italian immigrant] women expressed an understanding that their exploitation was directly tied to the emergence of industrial capitalism and the attendant forces of imperialism, racism, and nativism. They denounced U.S. imperialism in Asia and Latin America, and the aggression of the Italian government in Africa. They called these “civilizing missions” into question by drawing on the rhetoric of American nationalism to expose how “liberty” and “freedom” were elusive for many in the United States. The multiethnic nature of New York City and New Jersey’s radical subcultures meant that they heard firsthand about the effects of U.S. imperialism abroad, and their writing linked these policies to the violence of European colonialism. In 1907, for example, amid a flurry of essays on women’s emancipation, Titì wrote an essay titled “Il Congo” (The Congo) in which she reminded readers how Belgian King Leopold disguised policies of violent brutality in Africa with the language of benevolent paternalism. Italian anarchists believed deeply that nationalism was at the root of the problem. In describing what it was like to be an immigrant, Ersilia Cavedagni wrote, “How evil is this, a society in which its members have developed a stupid aversion to others who do not speak the same language, or are born under another sky, and wear different clothes. . . . Ah, this damned and miserable concept of country separates those who nature intended to be brothers, so stupidly, uselessly, and ferociously.”

Living the Revolution: Italian Women’s Resistance and Radicalism in New York City, 1880–1945 by Jennifer Guglielmo

[wetheurban]

I hope July and the second half of this year are gentler on your spirit, kinder to you, good for your growth, and even better than the first half.