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hitting the weed pen in the bathroom at all you can eat sushi and reemerging for round two like a bloodied but determined boxer in the ring
I think people need to be more comfortable with illegalism and Iâm not kidding. Of course the more legal something is, the safer and easier it is to do, but the more people who disregard the law, the harder it is to enforce. There are plenty of laws on the books that people just ignore and are never or rarely policed.
Becoming more comfortable with little illegal activities makes you more comfortable with bigger more important illegal activities. Additionally, it is crucial to build a wall of silence. Nobody talks everybody walks.
People who give out food without a permit, hold a march without a permit, grow a garden without a permit, are more likely to be people you could turn to to work with on preventing an eviction, or keeping people out of cop hands, or helping your friend Jane get crucial healthcare when itâs not legal in your state.
Communities comfortable with these acts wonât call the cops, and then nobody knows that itâs happening.
People have got to shift from both the idea that lawful = good/ illegal = bad, and that the illegality of something means thatâs the end of it, and the only fight left is to make it legal again.
illegalism
âthis is the hill you want to die on?â oh no i just love arguing. i fully intend to leave this hill once it gets boring. sorry for the confusion!
need a bi4bi t4t m/f pairing where the girl is a giant freak and not in the "cute manic pixie" way but in the "unethical experiments in my fucked up laboratory" way and the guy is a golden retriever who thinks he can fix her. and he brings her cute bento lunches and she's like "bradley shut up put on your fucking gloves and hold this possum down so i can graft these giant grasshopper legs to it"
your brain is unfathomably colossal
I'm handwash only do NOT put me in that fucking mashine
1hr ago me was wrong btw
the name "theresa" is so funny like. theres a what
on a scale of âdapperâ to âfuckboyâ how would you rate your taste in gnc womens fashionÂ
wait actually
Teachers when a child shows a single ounce of individuality or creativity:
the fucked up thing is that iâve been in this exact situation and actually felt some measure of beauty in the world. but only when the streets are empty and the area descends into a time of day when it clearly was not meant to functionally exist. there is a wretched beauty in walking around one of these suburban sprawl commerce zones at night or close to dawn, sitting down at a table like this and basking in the sensation that you own the place. maybe this is an inherited derangement from living most of my life in the midwest suburbs, working late night shifts at a grocery store on a corner exactly like this one. maybe itâs just the only time of day in a place like this when you can be truly alone outside
dude.... these 𤨠sunglasses
why does the chain by fleetwood mac go so hard there's no beat drop or anything just a guitar/bass instrumental and lyrics that absolutely fuck
Camels chilling at the beach in Morocco
Unrestrained summer fun
thinking about all the âsmallâ art thatâs ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didnât survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.
this is not a sad post!!!! this is a celebration!!!!! art is part of the human condition!!!!!!! we were born to create and share!!!!!!!!!!!