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the world doesnt make men feel beautiful and make women feel ugly. it makes women feel they literally exist for men’s use. that is why redefining beauty is idiotic. why are we trying to expand the parameters in which you can exist in to be deemed fuckable by men when the problem is this tyrannical idea in the first place

This caption on an instagram reel made by nuns is poetry to me

#in like tearing up #ok Fiona #christianity

r0zeclawz

honestly big shout out to snoopy to be honest

eternalgirlscout

earlier today i told an acquaintance in passing that i'll often be in the middle of a novel and think "man i wish this shit were more ambiguous" and had to reiterate twice that i wasn't being sarcastic before they believed me, so this post is to say: i love when writers don't bother to explain everything, i love when stories end uncertain and unsettling, i love being required to think as a reader, i love when stuff makes no damn sense, no i'm not kidding

tomgirlhysteria-deactivated2023

why did he say this

skluug

happy we’re just normal men wednesday

writing to the romance columnist at his own job while staring forlornly at a framed photo of his crush he’s just too much

#I haven’t been on here in 40 years sorry for being booked and busy #but I am DEEP back into comics brothers #ok Fiona #dc #clois #clark kent #lois lane

coughloop

just got beat up by a bunch of monks no not the ones that are cool and fight eachother it was the boring ones yeah i said that to them thats why they beat me up

prohaloplayer-deactivated202601

they tonsured your ass didn't they

coughloop

Yeah and my head too unfortunately

lakevida

lollll dude have you seriously not realized that all things are delicately interconnected yet? at your age?

ophanic

#words #christianity

greinkeephus

always so touching and vibrant when you remember people a hundred years ago had profound lives full of fun and love

greinkeephus

my great grandparents met because they were both telephonist-telegraphists and they used to communicate in spoken morse code so that their kids wouldn’t understand the dirty jokes they were saying. And my great-aunt was telling me the other day about how her father would sit with his kids during stormy nights and hug them as they looked out the window and he pointed out how beautiful the lightning was. Because he didn’t want them to be afraid. It isn’t far away but it’s easy to forget that people are people are people

greinkeephus

isn’t it cool that we still take silly pictures where we pretend to put our baby niece for sale or where we pretend to officiate a funeral on the beach? I think that’s neat

#!!!!!#history

lesbyterianchurch

It’s that month again folks! Happy February.

jetslay

Superman & Lois in “Harley Quinn: A Very Problematic Valentine’s Day Special.”

#KILLS ME #dc #Clark Kent #Lois lane

siderealscribblings

you’re twelve years old and you break your father’s hand when he hi-fives you. the first thing you learn is that the smallest slip up can hurt the people you love. your (foster) father smiles and says it’s okay (it’s not).

your parents are not your parents. the idyllic farming community that raised you is not your home. you’re a You-Don’t-Know-What from You-Don’t-Know-Where. all you know for sure is that you’re not human.

so you can fly. so you can run fast. so you can lift cars. so what? why do you even have this power? what should you even do with it?

your father said do what’s right, so that’s what you do.

you stop a robbery. the man’s knife shatters against your skin and you see the same fear in his eyes that you saw in your father’s when you were twelve. you catch a falling child before it can hit the water. his mother looks at you like you’re a god.

they love you, even though they don’t know you. the most powerful man in the world hates you because they love you.

you wanted to write when you were younger. you wanted to tell stories that needed to be told. you never wanted to star in them. you never wanted super-geniuses and demi-goddesses looking to you for advice; like you have any idea how to handle threats to reality itself. you’re just a kid from smallville who’s trying to do the best he can with what he’s given.

you try and get back to the farm as much as you can. it feels normal being back among the open wheat; where everyone smiles because you’re that nice Kent boy.

when you were younger, you pretended to fly, hands out to your sides and running through the tall grass by the river. it doesn’t look as beautiful from on high; the details get lost and the colors of your hometown blur together from a mile above ground.

the problem with flying is that it puts you so far above people you care about