I embroidered the name of your favorite songs on Lover
All 18 of them.

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Three Goblin Art
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Keni
Not today Justin

Origami Around
dirt enthusiast
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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sheepfilms

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One Nice Bug Per Day
todays bird

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Claire Keane

Kiana Khansmith
occasionally subtle
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I embroidered the name of your favorite songs on Lover
All 18 of them.
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Man found the stoplight cameras were activated during yellow lights and decided to cut the wires of it.
Florida Man: Chaotic evil. New York Man: Chaotic good.
Holy shit. Nah dude look up the entire story, it’s INSANE.
The dude got arrested once before this for using a painter’s extension rod to point the stoplight cameras into the sky instead of cutting the wires. He didn’t cut the wires until AFTER he got out after being arrested the first time–which he did after posting facebook videos that prove that the stoplights are intentionally rigged to trick drivers into citations–the yellow lights at intersections with cameras only last THREE SECONDS, as opposed to the five seconds they last at other stoplights without cameras in the same county.
When he cut the camera cords, he reported his deeds to the news -himself,- and then politicians pressured the local police force into arresting him. The local police and sheriff deputies actually SUPPORT him for his actions because the lights have been killing innocent people! During his most recent arrest, one of the Sheriff’s Deputies actually -offered to bail him out-. When he got home again after these incidents, there was a surveillance camera planted at his house BY THE GOVERNMENT to watch him! His reaction to being surveilled? He painted over the camera in America’s flat out fucking ballsiest “fuck you” to the gubmint I’ve ever heard of. And it gets EVEN CRAZIER. After painting over the camera, suddenly this guy–his name is Stephen Ruth by the way–started GETTING ATTEMPTS ON HIS LIFE. He reports that a car intentionally tried to hit him in a head-on collision, and after talking about the car to his neighbors, they confirmed that the car in question (Or at least, one that was visibly identical, its occupants included) had been staking out his house! Somebody was legitimately trying to MURDER HIM over his discovery and his actions!
As a final insult to injury, Ruth pointed out that the VAST majority of the cameras were found SPECIFICALLY in lower-to-middle-class neighborhoods. As well, the victims of these rigged stoplights tried to go to the local news station to talk about the deaths of their family members that occurred from the rigging. Aaaand… The local station, “News12″, never aired their interviews. Remember how I said that, after cutting the cables and calling the local news station, Ruth was arrested because of pressure from politicians? Get this: News12 is actually owned by CableVision, who PROVIDES INTERNET SERVICE TO THE CAMERAS. Whereas mister Ruth was only trying to help people and save lives, he’s been caught up in a full-blown fucking government conspiracy that’s out for his blood. This guy isn’t Robin Hood, he makes Robin Hood look like a -CHUMP-.
Sometimes you have to just treat yourself like an overtired toddler.
“Okay, as soon as you finish this assignment you can take a little nap.”
“You just cleaned your room, good job!”
“Hmm..maybe eating a snack will stop you from wanting to cry.”
Sometimes? I think you mean all of the time.
Being an adult is just parenting yourself.
It’s true and highly effective self care. Speak to and treat yourself with the same love and care you would want your child self to be given.
That means: no insults or name calling. No judgement. Patience. Gentle firmness. Health, safety and happiness first. Encouragement. Rewards and validation for a job well done. Self soothing. And above all else, love.
☆.。.:* meet me in the afterglow .。.:*☆
Millions around the world took part in a global climate strike, all following the lead of 16-year-old Greta Thunberg.
The Swedish teenager spoke to Kelly Cobiella before she sailed to New York City.
“When a child says, ‘You are stealing my future,’ then people feel very guilty,” Thunberg said.
The Muse’s Revenge, Ilya Milstein
So I’m just going to leave this picture of an old Pablo Picasso here for reference.
#I recognized the reference but had assumed it was more of a general influence however they used the same molding and everything#I’m sure it’s supposed to be more of a general statement rather than being about any one artist and I’m sad there’s no caption on her site#but Picasso was certainly one of Those Artist Dudes#which is to say he was an abusive douchebag to most of the women in his life (x)
yeah fuck this dude
You want me to finish the kid's section first? Alright...
When I was young, I really enjoyed reading (still do). The municipal library had a section for “underage” readers (books for children and young readers up to 16) and a separate one for adults (not restricted to “adult” books, but everything not especially written for children). The usual division was you’d get a yellow library pass for the children’s section or a grey one for the adult section (which included access to the children’s section), with separate entrances for the sections.
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The Plight of the NPC 🎮 (W/ @cool-moves-bro & @dahlialiketheflower)
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"I am Ophelia, owner of this once great magic shop, before the dark king set out to enslave all the cats in the land, turning them into soulless minions. My partner Bethany and I were standing aimlessly in our foyer when we heard the first screams, and we went out to find our village on fire and a hundred zombified felines descending upon us, green glittering eyes lighting up the night."
"My dearly beloved tried to hold them back, but he had used too much of his magic that day in enchanting pointless trinkets for brave adventurers, and was quickly overwhelmed. He bade me to hide in yonder chest and for three days I stayed, with only my writing for company, wondering if the yowling would ever stop, wondering if I would ever see my beloved Bethany again."
"I have hope that he is still out there somewhere, healing cat scratches and freeing innocent feline souls from the dark king's wicked enchantment."
"As you can see, the zombie cats consumed every magical item here, and without my beloved I haven't the heart to find another livelihood. All that remains are the magic gems on my mantle, but beware, dear travelers, for those belonged to my mother's mother, a great black mage whose ashes reside still in this house. I know not what powers they possess, but I do know that she was unfond of greedy thieves masquerading as adventurers, going about stealing from innocent villagers."
"But you seem like honest heroes, so what can I do for you today?"
"I love you."
I saw it in your eyes before your lips formed the words.
I feel it in every car door you opened for me; every lingering touch.
I taste it in the chocolates you give to me and over coffee we share.
I smell it in the cologne I can't bear to wash off my sheets.
I hear it in every hello, your laughter, the songs you sing to me.
"I love you."
In every way, I know you do.
I hope you feel my love for you too.
I think I'm going to start posting poetry again.. I'm not very good but I would like to improve so any feedback would be helpful!
Taylor Swift + Albums
I honestly always find the term ‘spinster’ as referring to an elderly, never-married woman as funny because you know what?
Wool was a huge industry in Europe in the middle ages. It was hugely in demand, particularly broadcloth, and was a valuable trade good. A great deal of wool was owned by monasteries and landed gentry who owned the land.
And, well, the only way to spin wool into yarn to make broadcloth was by hand.
This was viewed as a feminine occupation, and below the dignity of the monks and male gentry that largely ran the trade.
So what did they do?
They hired women to spin it. And, turns out, this was a stable job that paid very well. Well enough that it was one of the few viable economic options considered ‘respectable’ outside of marriage for a woman. A spinster could earn quite a tidy salary for her art, and maintain full control over her own money, no husband required.
So, naturally, women who had little interest in marriage or men? Grabbed this opportunity with both hands and ran with it. Of course, most people didn’t get this, because All Women Want Is Husbands, Right?
So when people say ‘spinster’ as in ‘spinster aunt’, they are TRYING to conjure up an image of a little old lady who is lonely and bitter.
But what I HEAR are the smiles and laughter of a million women as they earned their own money in their own homes and controlled their own fortunes and lived life on their own terms, and damn what society expected of them.
Just wanted to add that the suffix -ster was originally specifically feminine, a means of denoting a lady known by her profession. Spinster = female spinner, baxter = female baker, webster = female weaver (webber), brewster = female brewer. If one of the ladies named Alys in your village was known for selling her excellent weaving, you might call her Alys Webster (to differentiate her from, say, Alys Littel who was rather short, and Alys Bywater who lived near the pond).
This fascinates me for many reasons, but especially in the case of modern families with last names like Baxter or Webster or Brewster. What formidable and well-known ancestresses managed to pass on those very gendered names to all their descendants, when last names were changing from personal “nicknames” into indicators of lineage among the middle and lower classes? There’s a forgotten story of a fascinating woman behind every one of those family lines.
Resource for the history of the -ster suffix here.