Raffaella Carrà

Origami Around
trying on a metaphor
Sade Olutola
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Cosmic Funnies

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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
sheepfilms
Cosimo Galluzzi
Show & Tell
DEAR READER
Claire Keane

Love Begins

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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todays bird

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@finetrepidation
Raffaella Carrà
Rant about "stan culture" next!
ykaaar: Never fight a man with a skirt
America’s exceptionalism is really something else
How do you get your blog so popluar?
I have sex with everyone who follows me on tumblr. It’s exhausting but worth the reblogs. Ego is at 150%.
POV: you spent the last fifteen years on a show on a hit CW tv show. you spent the best days of your life there. you met your wife there. your co-star plays your brother, and you call each other brothers in real life. you were groomsmen at each other’s weddings. your kids call him “uncle.” you purposely live in the same city and co-own a bar. you both agree after 15 years to end your show together. you move onto another show and offer him a directing job on it. months later, you are perusing Twitter and see that your best friend of the past 15 years has just announced that he’s co-producing a spin-off about both your characters’ parents of the show you costarred together in with his wife and which he will be narrating. you have not been informed of this. rage simmers in you so much that you can’t resist it. you open a tweet and you type this response:
then you realize a former writer on the show you considered a friend has also co-signed onto the show. You whip out your phone once more and craft out this masterpiece of a tweet:
(Thank god you at least have the good sense to delete this one.)
mutuals let's sit at the end of the dock and splash our feet in the water while we watch the sunset
Me, interacting with objects in video games
there’s a really high chance im seeing both mcr and lorde in 2022...........i AM going to regress to my thirteen year old self
I've written stories and articles and whatever about this before but one of my biggest fears is to be lost to time. Not just me, but the entire human experience. I love love love projects like the internet archive and such because they get their hands on any kind of information, no matter how important or mundane, and archive it.
When I was a practicing astrophysicist, giving talks at conferences about things the human mind could only barely comprehend, it haunted me at night that at some point in time, all of our collected knowledge will be lost. Humans will go extinct. All that will be left of us, if we're lucky, will be the few spacecraft, like the Voyager probes, that we were able to send out in hopes of being seen and remembered by something.
I think journaling is very important, especially journaling for someone in the future to read. No matter who you are or how unimportant you may think you are, I think it's important to catalogue how you feel. How you react to the world around yourself. I think that there's no such thing as unimportant information. I want to archive how people felt about things. How people viewed the things happening around them. Things 'unimportant' like what a person's favorite color is or their favorite food. It's important to me. It's important to the human experience.
I think it's important to get as accurate a picture of the human existence as possible, and that means that every single person's thoughts and emotions are valuable.
I dream about finding a way to archive every single thing. Every emotion someone feels, every noteworthy and unnoteworthy thing. Infinite amounts of any and every aspect of the human condition.
I just dream of a species remembered. For everything that we were. Even though we may be lost to time, I hope that our knowledge won't be.
When I was still on speaking terms with my father, I would record the stories he would tell. I have hours of tapes of him talking about his old friends and weird experiences and just anything and everything. I have a friend at work, Pops, who's about 70 and he's let me record his stories too, because he loves telling his stories and he understands the desperation to be remembered. I'm the family record keeper. My grandma passed that off to me when she got too old to do it herself. I have a bookshelf of family records. Journals, paperwork, a family tree going back near 2000 years. Because my grandma was the same way I was. She spent YEARS archiving every little thing she could of our family. She spent months sorting through church records and local lore in Scotland to nail down any information about us that she could find. And she saw that desperation to archive the human experience in me, and passed her life's work onto me when she got too old and god do I take that job so seriously.
Tessa Thompson in War on Everyone (2016)
might join the cicada this summer and scream constantly
no thoughts only nicholas braun’s trash ig story on my mind