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hiighlyssa

This mendo glue is fire 🔥🔥🔥

stoned-adventurer

We went to Ramona Falls today 🌲

godless-hippie-skank

The most perfect pillows ☁️💦

godless-hippie-skank

Kik me since tumblr is gunna be lame! Sienna007

dare-i-say-asexual

The stories of women in my family who were forced into lives they didn’t want and didn’t utilize their passions breaks my heart. My grandma wanted to be a journalist and write about the injustices she saw inflicted on disabled ppl while she was volunteering at a state run institution as a teen. Her father decided that she was “too fat and stupid” for college and forced her to get married at 17 or else he’d make her homeless. As a kid she told me that she wished people believed that she had meaningful opinions on events around her. One of my great grandmothers wanted to be an artist but was pressured into marrying a man who beat her. She stayed up late each night when her children were in bed writing poetry and pasting it over elaborate collages she mad herself. We still have stacks of these notebooks she created but was never allowed to do anything with. My mother wanted to be an operatic singer and was considered a musical prodigy in her town because she taught herself three seperate instruments by 13. When she was 18 she met my then 30 year old father who emotionally manipulated her into giving up her dreams to start a family with him. As a kid I would hear her up at night playing the violin or doing vocal exercises until she became too depressed to practice anymore. Like idk y’all there’s a quiet type of violence in the way women’s talents are devalued and brushed aside in favor of bullying them into “traditional” roles that ultimately don’t fulfill what they wanted for their lives. We’ve lost so much art, music, writing, science, and happiness to misogyny.

illinicoise

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

spn-fandom-breathing-heavily

not even risking that shit

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scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.

tumblgang

She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS

I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.

skuubasally

Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.

luckytaters

who the fuck is Madame Zeroni

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Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is

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☝🏾😂

callmedeku24

Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button

emeraldmercury

Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her

haiku-robot

idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her

^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!

jacobmick

Because wise, I am.

seymonecristina

Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys

blackgirlart

2 million people aren’t wrong

dreaming-of-tokyo

My paranoia is too big to ignore this ffs

the-night-that-ends-at-last

fuck sorry guys but we know what happens when she’s mad at you

iccy-baby

Ofc❤️

duskenpath

In all seriousness I took a death and dying course in college for fun and that’s when I fell in love with, and began to seriously study, spontaneous or “street shrines”. These are the organic, unplanned placements of items when someone is killed, generally, and the community almost descends on a spot. I am fascinated by that interfaith, inter-spirit moment of connection fostered. What drives someone to leave the first item? Who guides them there? What do we, as humans, seek from the leaving of a memorial on a place that now hallowed? And we know it is, to some extent, even if we’re not spirit-workers. We have this human need to bear witness, no matter who we are, and over and over again it manifests as this need to build some space, some monument that says “they were here, and now they aren’t here, and we, collectively, of all faiths and walks of life, strangers to each other, will remember them”

We take comfort in, and protect to some measure, that space we create with tea-light candles and stuffed bears and flowers and it just feels like the Right Thing to Do. We rebuild these spaces when they are torn down by authority and we keep building them up and that’s beautiful

Street shrines are TRULY universal, too. They are largely non-verbal but it’s like we just KNOW what to do, like something moves inside all of us and it doesn’t fucking matter if we can’t understand anyone else standing at the site, it’s just a Knowing. It’s phenomenal

changingmorphologies

One of my professors specializes in this, she wrote a book called Roadside Crosses in Contemporary Memorial Culture about her fieldwork in Texas.

lord-kitschener

Sure, relationships typically start with a honeymoon phase that then grows into something deeper but a bit more mellow if things work out, but it’s depressing as fuck that this has turned into a really, really common script for straight relationships that says it’s totally normal and inevitable for dudes to just become more and more emotionally checked out of the relationship, and leave it to their girlfriend/wife to perform if she wants to get even a crumb of affection from him. I’m so fucking tired of seeing women constantly being taught that decades of emotional neglect is just our lot in life.

yardsards

what “getting out of the honeymoon phase” should mean: you aren’t joined at the hip anymore and can spend time apart, but you still greatly enjoy eachother’s company and deliberately make time to be together. you’re not just a unit, you’re a matched set (like, you’re susan and bob rather than susanandbob). you start to see eachother’s flaws and don’t put eachother on a pedestal but instead love eachother as human beings, flaws and all.

what it should NOT mean: you barely talk anymore. you feel like two completely different people, tied together by a frayed thread. you’re annoyed by eachother’s flaws and don’t like to be around eachother

cumaeansibyl

similarly: “relationships are hard, they take a lot of work” means that cooperation on a daily basis in both the practical and emotional realms takes conscious effort. you can’t coast on those honeymoon feelings forever, and you aren’t psychic, so you have to pay attention and communicate so you can honor each other’s wants and needs.

it should not mean that you’re fighting every two days or walking on eggshells to avoid the anger of an unreasonable partner or breaking your back trying to get the slightest sign of affection or respect from someone who’s checked out and doesn’t care about you.

agayworthfightingfor

This is so, so important. Dont keep investing in a relationship thats not giving back. You deserve to be heard, you deserve at the very least communication.

basket

fuck nudes, send me your playlist

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Send both. Wtf

quasi-normalcy

The fact that you can’t raise taxes on billionaires even slightly without them pouring money into fascist political movements is, of itself, evidence that billionaires as a class shouldn’t be allowed to exist in the first place.

blackjackgabbiani

You, ah, don’t think it’s unfair to judge people’s morals based on their finances?

quasi-normalcy

I, ah, think that it’s perfectly fair to judge people’s morals based on the amount of money they pour into neo-nazi political movements, yeah actually.

carybear

And what about the billionaires that don’t? Condemn all billionaires no matter what I guess

hellanahmean

There is no ethical way to be a billionaire.

thewickedbohemian

But why?

hellanahmean

Because there are a limited amount of resources and currency. To have that much wealth you have to exploit others.

blackswallowtailbutterfly

Do I gotta go find that post that demonstrates exactly how much a billion is? Because it’s a lot more than people think. Like, you know that saying that “a million dollars isn’t what it used to be”? Yeah? Well maybe that’s true for people who have a million dollars, but I still sure as fuck have never seen a million dollars and chances are I never will. Nor will most people. Eat the rich.

jennifercheckdidnothingwrong

a million seconds is 12 days

a billion seconds is 32 YEARS

fabulous-bree

Tumblr: on December 17 we will hide adult content

My blog the next day: gets followed by 3 porn bots

yourlovelymonstrosity

So a porn blog filled with close-ups of spread labias can still follow me after all this but god forbid my male-presenting (female-labeled) nipple be visible to people who chooose to follow me

@staff