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one time i told a group of lesbian and bi women that i have never watched wicked and they were shocked, gagged, gooped, “but you’re queer. you like pussy. how have you not seen wicked?” yeah. well. i like pussy, not musicals?

probuccalfat

i’m this exact post. all this just to fuck women.

probuccalfat

“are you going to the lucy dacus concert?” no. i listen to gucci mane.

veil-of-exordia

thebellekeys

"i do not dream of labour" is one of the worst pseudo-marxist taglines that western leftists have co-opted because when you ask them what they do dream of, they say traveling, studying, and creating art. broski, who's flying the plane to take you to prague? who's the security at the library with the texts you're studying? who are the clerks in the museum showcasing your art? like bro, you do dream of labour. you just dream of someone else doing it so you don't have to! you merely want to outsource the labour and make it invisible.

pttv

I want the USA to become a myth. I want future generations to roll thier eyes at the very concept of it—to laugh at the idea that a society so nakedly built on the foundations of cruelty and greed could ever have existed at all.

soracities

"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]

ur-daily-inspiration

letterpress postcards by Pottering Cat, Japan

foone

Christmas advice for ladies (crossposted from Old Weird Scotland on mastodon, with permission)

I want you all to keep this in mind!

biladal-sham

Christmas Eve at the Church of Nativity, Bethlehem, Palestine 1951

George Rodger

tortiefrancis

[ ID: a grainy, black and white photo of a group of people, dressed nicely, inside a large church, which has columns on both sides, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and towards the end, a large, ornate cross hanging up in the ceiling. Rays of light come in from the right. /End ID ]

christian-sexy77

sisyphusshrugged

Dan Hays Colorado Snow Effect 4 (with detail) 2007, oil on canvas

aropride

"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level

aropride

what my atoms are doing is their fucking business man i'm busy trying to stop my dog from eating tissues directly out of the box

duckbunny

nuclei don't touch, but the nucleus is not the core of reality. reality is made of electrons dancing. reality is made of bonds.

you pet your dog and the atoms that are you brush up against the atoms that are him, and the electrons that are you press into the electrons that are him, and both of them change their movement.

electrons of course are not really particles and do not really move.

you pet your dog and the electron-orbitals of your skin overlap with the electron-orbitals of his fur, and both are changed by the contact. you are not made of little motes floating alone in a void. you are a single unfathomable chord formed of a trillion vibrations, and so is he. and the note you play is changing at every moment by what you touch and how you breathe, and so is his. and atoms do not really have edges, and to touch is to interact, and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate. the song expands to hold you both.

laughingpokemon

the-reconciliation-of-all-things

how terrifying metamorphosis must be for the caterpillar has no concept of what it is doing, or what a butterfly is, or what will happen to it as it spins itself the cocoon. we r more alike than different