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explained to an 8 year old that once a fruit is ripe you only have so much time until it rots so you have to eat it soon and she said so i'll never be able to keep it perfect like this forever? no and there are about a million pieces of art for you unrelatedly
me tongue-deep in a sandalwood candle: 🤤
the tjmaxx employee loading a fourth tranquilizer dart into their blowgun: i need backup
Stop using the word degenerate to mean horny challenge
When you say "degenerate art" do you know what you're fucking invoking
Some random guy in the "degenerate art exhibition" in Germany in 1937 idk it's probably not important
Yeag
I’m really glad to see people are actually discovering who Max Nordau was now. You can read a copy of Degeneration online here https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/51161/pg51161-images.html
It is a horrific book which is responsible for so much bloodshed and misery but just know that every time you use the term ‘degenerate’ or ‘degeneracy’ to refer to a person or thing you don’t like you’re continuing the legacy of Max Nordau and engaging in fascist rhetoric. It is a word which has no place in the modern lexicon especially as a joke
Degeneration
fixed it
me and u both ouppy
you're laughing. charles dickens had a son named plorn and you're laughing
HE HAD A SON NAMED
WHAT
NICK I LOOKED IT UP AND SAW NOTHING OF THE SORT IS THIS A PRANK
technically his name was edward but everyone called him plorn
Edward “Plorn” Dickens. my god.
I have something worse
imagine getting stuck with the nickname Plorn
imagine getting sent to live in the Australian outback when you were sixteen
WHY WERE THEY SO CRUEL TO MY BOY PLORN
I have an answer to that one too
The face of a man whose father nicknamed him Plorn.
Born without a groove 😔
With each addition to this, I find myself nodding and murmuring, "Mm hm. The Plorn Dickens."
when I see people who say that becoming a marxist made them miserable I just cannot relate at all.
(also for what it's worth i don't know if that's something any significant number of people say, since the only place I see people say that is in screenshots that right-wingers post to gloat about, and i've never had any of the marxists i know actually say this to me, so this whole phenomenon could easily just be right-wingers screenshotting their own sock-puppet accounts, but I digress)
I already knew that the way the world works right now is fucked way before I became a marxist. it was obvious to me since i was young that the people working that hardest are often the most impoverished, that the wealthiest people usually do little to no work, that unemployment, poverty, and homelessness were solvable problems that people were deliberately choosing to not solve.
all marxism did was help me understand why things are this way, and how they can-and will- be fixed. before marxism the enormity of the horror surrounding us was too immense to be comprehended, and certainly too immense to be solved. marxism gave me a detached, analytical, scientific way to understand these phenomena, and thus to solve them. it made the incomprehensible comprehensible, the unsolvable solvable. it gave me a sense of clarity, purpose, and hope that I never had before.
i’m printing this out and i’m putting it on the mirror so i can confront myself with it
Sorry but it's not complete without...
>‘this thing is too generic and tropey’
>look inside
>forefather of that genre
Oh easy mistake. Yearning actually rises from the floor and longing hangs from the ceiling
Sometimes I'll be trying to fall asleep and "smork alam" will just pop into my head and I start giggling.
This image is now brain roommates with “spinch”
dude, this is really scary, and liminal as well. It's like the bathrooms
working with kids and one of them says “you know you eat 8 spiders a night on average right?” and another goes “no no no those statistics are actually skewed by people who like eat spiders recreationally for fun and stuff” and my head snapped up like a fucking sleeper agent
have you guys ever seen a crocodile with its fingies out
the twelve most terrifying words in the english language are: i'm from the government and i'm here to torture you to death