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A child's bedroom furnished entirely with those aesthetic beige instagram mom sad beige wooden toys for sad beige organic children, including a little ball pit in all the shades of brown, white, grey, beige and greige, but the owner doesn't have kids. It's all for the cats.
"They can't tell because they're colourblind", the owner explains, "and also very dumb."
Children’s sad beige room but the rest of the house is very colorful and eclectic. That’e just the kind of thing the kid likes and their parents respect that
Being able to draw older people as attractive without reducing or erasing the visual signs of aging, and in fact showing that they're attractive because of those signs, is an artistic skill that should be valued so much more. Honestly, it should earn you an immediate fortune because holy fuck is it a rare commodity. There are so many artists who seem to think attractiveness and aging exist in opposition to each other, so they smooth every wrinkle, erase every crease, and de-age the character until they're basically thirty with silver hair. But when an artist can look at crow's feet, smile lines, weathered skin, deep-set wrinkles, and all the little traces of a life well lived and say, "No, that's what makes them beautiful," that's a level of artistic observation and care I wish we celebrated more often.
and fat btw
and balding btw
✦ ✦ ✦ Innamorato di un mortale
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We got Musk off our land. Let's build a monument to remind him he's a sad little b**** with no friends.
Not all heroes wear capes, sometimes they publish questionable card games
Just so we’re clear, if I point out that you did something racist, that’s not the same as me thinking you’re irremediably terrible. You did a racist thing.
You think you don’t do racist things, homophobic things, etc? You do. I caught myself in fat phobic and homophobic lines of thinking/speech just this morning. I’m fucking gay married. Nothing disqualifies you from acting in a way that reflects the society you exist in. We are obliged to fight it. Why not fight it in honesty and with camaraderie?
lizzer going for a totally normal stroll
hello allo tumblr user, just out of curiosity why are you always saying "aroace people can still choose to date and have sex!" and never "allo people can still choose not to date or have sex!" just out of curiosity of course! come closer! i just wanna talk! come closer!
hello allo tumblr user why is it that whenever discussing aspec people you always feel the need to bring up that asexuals can be perverts and make the best smut fics or nsfw art? or that aromantics can participate in fandom shipping and write really good romance? why is that? can we reflect on the implications that aspec people have to prove their worth to you by conforming in a way that entertains you? can we talk about this? come closer! come closer!
part of being an adult is figuring out what eveyone else's definition of "going crazy" is. to you it is not sleeping for 60 hours, writing 80k words in one sitting and expiriencing enough anxiety to kill a horse. to beth from accounting its buying a ticket to Columbus, Ohio. and to your friend its consuming so much ketamine you lose all of your posessions and wake up with five broken bones in a ditch somewhere and then proceeding to do it again the next day. to your other friend its writing a letter to their favourite actress about how much they appreciate her work. to your neighbour its laughing loudly in a grocery store whilst in pajamas. maya from uni hears the voice of her dead father making jokes with no punchlines and she considers that to be quite normal - to her going crazy would be hearing her husband instead. your downstairs neighbour will take night walks naked sometimes and claim there is nothing weird about him. there are literally no rules to life and all meaning is in the eye of the beholder.
It’s odd when men blame women for the “male loneliness epidemic” because oftentimes men are lonely in their own friend groups. Of course you’re lonely dude, your friends know literally nothing about you. You haven’t had a vulnerable moment with them ever. They don’t even know your surname. Instead of leaning on a random woman go lean on your buddies bro
"my great grandmother who survived 3 wars and raised 10 children by herself while working in a factory watching me go to therapy because my parents yelled at me" ok but your great grandmother was also miserable. maybe your great grandmother would be happy you try your best to not be miserable
on sharing one's opinons
Felt like I needed to share my experience as well
I've been posting wips and and doodles over on Bluesky and thought I might as well toss them up here too. I'm try to remind myself this blog was meant for wips and sketches and not a gallery of finished works. ^^;