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@chillikungtoefu

AWH//Mid-Twenties//North East - England//Likes: chilling with vinyl - brews & toast - zesty marmalade - scenic walks - gorging on fruits - the cosmos - surreal humour - rudiments - thought provoking literature & filmography - cooking soul food & baking animal friendly delights - shows - YELLER - the biodiversity of life - NSPR - herbal remedies - contemplating the idea of everlasting & universal oneness - bizarre conversations in the aftermath of a party* *or whenever, really.

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obviousplant

I added this fake health brochure about Donald Trump to a doctor’s waiting room

butterflygrace

Ricky Gervais: Please throw yourself off a cliff if you enjoy the thought of hurting animals. I'm Ricky Gervais, and I approve of this message.

PETA: *swoons*

Vegans: So... are you vegan yet, Ricky?

Ricky Gervais: *long string of misogynistic, ablist slurs in a British accent* *spitefully eats fancy cheese*

madgirlf

an interesting thing: women constantly ask their friends if they have the right to be angry/upset/sad or if they’re just being “crazy” and men don’t ever do that, they were raised believing in their feelings and worth and never have to ask twice

taco-bell-rey

boredpanda

Pics Of Fairy Tale Architecture From Norway

iraffiruse

This cat doesn’t like cucumbers

om-exia

grandbrotherwillow

Stargazer

pintoras

Mabel Royds (English, 1874 - 1941): White Lilies (1930s) (via National Galleries Scotland)

nothing-lasts-deactivated202004

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spider song || erica freas

someone tried to teach me to never say never

it’s so funny I never saw that one again

I’m sure they’re still somewhere deep down in the dirt in the back of my head

they just never call me, it’s not like they’re dead

you can love someone and just not stay friends

wake one day and find they’re faded away

and in the daytime I know I’ve faded plenty on my own

chillikungtoefu

This was on her birthday 3 years ago....

Just had an extensive conversation with my Nan’ about her life this evening. Tales of her childhood growing up in Murton; vivid depictions of working class life in a mining village. From working as a single parent while my Grandad was in the army, living in various parts of Europe, to controversial yet hilarious conflicts with a custom officer in France & equally as controversial family reunions in Colchester. Not to mention Billy the trick-performing & anthropomorphic canary, who met his untimely demise under the weight of a human bum….

It’s a peculiar sense of sadness that one can feel from just hearing the quiver in their voice, from emotions & memories that are suppressed in the name of ‘accepting a death’; or the blatant fear of mortality in their eyes as they speak. I never believed someone’s eye(s) can tell a thousand words till now. “I’m just living in the past a lot of the time” - the laughter omitted after she said that was peppered with an almost morbid level of sincerity it’s actually concerning. Maybe i’m just over-analysing things there, but I genuinely feel there’s an almost underlying form of deep-rooted depression within her cheery, do-anything-for-anyone character. Not because of the life she’s led (far from it I guess) but for the fact everyone she knew pretty much has either lost contact a long the way or have deceased. So much to soak in - so little time to contemplate it all.

To say I haven’t walked away from tonight with a nagging feeling of helplessness would be an understatement, but for the most part it’s been an overwhelmingly dynamic & sentimental experience.