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Love Begins
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Xuebing Du
Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.
shark vs the universe
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
trying on a metaphor
Cosmic Funnies
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
One Nice Bug Per Day
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@d0riangay
I don't exchange any pics regarding my body cuz I have a deep hatred of myself, and every time I remember I have a body I want to be tossed in the vacuum of space to be destroyed in perpetual agony. But if anyone want to share with me either way I'm down mdndjbdjcfn
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Unrestrained New Year's Eve fun
Dylan O'Brien and James Sweeney in Twinless, 2025 Director: James Sweeney
2025 via Close Friends
I love that this post doesn't include the actual text of his tweet, just his impending presence. This is the visual equivalent of a scare chord.
Force Remove Copilot, Recall and More in Windows 11 - zoicware/RemoveWindowsAI
i don't care that you're a sex repulsed asexual i care that you're being a fucking conservative
listen to me. it's fine that it's not for you. you don't respond by freaking out over even the slightest bit of horny subtext and begging people to "tag fetish art" that's just straightforward depiction of fat people's bodies
Doctor Who The End of Time - Part Two | 2010
A recreation of what I saw when I was passing my boss's desk
Doctor Who The End of Time - Part Two | 2010
I believe wholeheartedly that if you're some sort of tough guy you really need to get into namby pamby stuff to at least a midlevel understanding and if you're some namby pamby softie you need to get into toughguy stuff as well. It's can't be ironic or subversive either. No edgy hello kitty or only engaging with art about Spartan warriors.
If you wear corduroy overalls and listen to Phoebe Bridgers you need to watch through at least seven John Woo films and get really into The Predator and if you're into MMA or read a lot about the Navy SEALs you need to be monday night quarterbacking local performances of The Nutcracker and getting really into oscar nominated short films from Iranian directors exploring family and identity.
For @iliothermia !!
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after a suicide attempt in 2016
“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”
excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13
Men kissing under tree, 1977-78, by Kay Tobin Lahusen
The Printing Letter-Press at R.R. Donnelley & Sons, Chicago, 1942 the printing of the Montgomery Ward 1942 Catalog photograph by Torkel Korling image credit: Torkel Korling / Stephen Daiter Gallery, Chicago
