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noise dept.
Cosmic Funnies
@theartofmadeline
shark vs the universe
trying on a metaphor
pixel skylines
ellievsbear
AnasAbdin
roma★
hello vonnie
izzy's playlists!
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
we're not kids anymore.
styofa doing anything
Cosimo Galluzzi
Keni
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will byers stan first human second
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@dont-conform-to-formulas
There’s a vending machine in France that gives out free short stories instead of junk food. French publishing company Short Édition’s machines print out 1, 3, and 5-minute stories at the touch of a button so people will be encouraged to enrich their minds while waiting around instead of mindlessly scrolling through social media on their phones. Source Source 2
me: look at that dog!
me: look at the moon!
me: look at that cloud!
me: look at the sunset!
me: look at that tree!
me: look at those flowers!
me: look at that leaf!
me: i love this band
someone 30-40 years older than me: they've been around for awhile you just getting into them?
me: why didn't you prevent vietnam?
This was a roller coaster comprised solely of loops
Some statistic for today
I HATE THIS
Exactly.
Imagine a wall full of circular holes, that circles can keep walking in and out of with no difficulty.
Now imagine that the triangles manage to get the resources together, after years of not being able to fit through the circle’s holes, to drill a single triangle space into the wall.
Now imagine that the circle — who previously supported the triangle’s efforts because they are well-rounded (har) and value equality — comes along and sees the construction project. But instead of being happy, they get angry.
“Well, I won’t be able to fit through your hole!!!!” the circle cries.
“I helped you get the drill!!!!” the circle shrieks.
“Make it fit me too!!!!” the circle demands.
The triangles, barely holding it together enough to get a triangle hole together, stare at the circle in confusion.
“You have all the holes you need,” the triangles explain. “This is for us. You don’t need to fit through our hole, too.”
“YOU’RE BEING UNEQUAL AND HURTING MY FEELINGS!” the circle wails. “I DON’T SUPPORT YOUR HOLE IF IT DOESN’T FIT ME TOO. GIVE ME MY DRILL BACK.”
“It’s not your drill, it’s our drill. You helped us get it, because you said you cared.”
“I ONLY CARED WHEN I THOUGHT YOU’D MAKE A HOLE EVERYONE COULD FIT THROUGH. YOU’RE PERPETUATING INEQUALITY!!!”
“Why is it up to us, the small group that has never been able to fit through the wall at all, to make a hole everyone can use? Why isn’t it up to you, the people who have been able to cross back and forth at will for years? We just want to see the other side; why are you yelling at us?”
“I DIDN’T ASK TO BE BORN A CIRCLE, OMG. I’VE HAD TO WORK HARD ALL MY LIFE TOO. YOU’RE JUST BEING BIGOTED AGAINST ME BECAUSE OF SOMETHING I CAN’T CONTROL, JUST LIKE EVERYONE IS AGAINST YOU.”
“You are interfering with our project and asking us to comfort you while we’re trying to make progress. Please leave.”
“I’m going to tell everyone about this,” the circle warns. “Nobody will support you now.”
“Apparently nobody ever did,” the triangles sigh, getting back to work.
It’s kind of sad
That we have to draw comics using colorful shapes
To explain systematic inequality to people
Reblogging again because yes good
Matter of Readership
How can I write Something perfect When words Are inferior Virtues Of an alphabet Akin to misusage And sacraments Defiled As needs To the skeptics And lies Of the readers That sell it As a skill To be learned And currency Exchanged As their capital Or sign To be cherished Like cash When its gift Is a call To expression And passion That is governed By wills When felt As a symbol Or vessel In ecstasy Of translated bliss Or worship And mastered Experience Lost in the pangs Of a dream And seized In an instance That’s fleeting And caught Like the dust From a star That is gone In the eyes Of a witness And upheld In an image Of phrase Realized By the author Whose sentence Is real As its semblance Permits That is known And believed Not as fiction But always What the page Did describe?
- J. Pigno
Perhaps I will only let you in after I’m done with self-destruction. That way, you will not have the chance to make me suffer when you decide to leave.
L.W. // Coffee thoughts #10 (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
how i see myself in 10 years
SCREAMING
dear people with high grades, a regular fitness regime and a pleasant social life: do you still have the number of that demon you made a deal with because i’d really like to get in touch with them
