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Stranger Things
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if i look back, i am lost
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@icantmakeupmymind
All women have pubic hair, all women have armpit hair, all women have moustache hairs, all women have hairy legs, most women have hair on their stomach and breasts. If you find that disgusting then you aren’t attracted to women at all because that’s how we naturally exist, that’s what we look like, those are our secondary sex characteristics. Congrats on having brain rot though.
i think a lot of people forget that you can actually still come across as confident and have social anxiety
I TRY TO EXPLAIN THIS TO PEOPLE ALL THE TIME
day at the beach | itseriksen
Location: Lofoten, Norway
And the World Goes On
It is not radical to say that humans are the virus. It is not radical to say that people are made of destruction. It is not radical to say that we are only hunger and want and the delusions of conquerors.
I hear it all the time: the earth would be better off without us. The air and trees would be grateful for our disappearance. The universe would be kinder for our suicidal ideation.
If we took out the “stupid.” If we took out the “problem people.” If we took out those that disagreed with us.
The young man holds the door open for the older gentlemen and waits patiently for him to enter. The tired nurse gives her seat up on the bus to the pregnant mom. The stranger holds the umbrella over the stranger. And the world goes on.
It is easy to hold on to the hatred of this world, I have faced it all before. It is easy to declare absolutes and not peer into the confusing gray. It is easy to feed your own sorrow with the bones of others and call that progression.
The emergency worker holds the hand of a homeless man. A poor father picks up a full wallet and returns it. A young girl asks the other girl to play, even though the other rarely speaks. And the world goes on.
It is not radical to say that humans are the disease. It is not radical to give up on us. For who else would watch the universe and make it real? Who else would quarantine themselves inside during a plague? Who else would we kiss and hug and dedicate ourselves to?
I do not put “deserve” into my lexicon because I cannot say who deserves the earth or not. But I can say these ideals to kill the vulnerable to green the planet is no form of love. And what else do we have? We are the only species who builds monuments. We are the only species that binds the wings of broken birds. We are the only species who builds telescopes to watch the night sky. We are the only species that blushes red and communicates in words complexly to try again. And we are here, and we here, it is not time to give up, it is not time to take the easy way and condemn ourselves.
For love, that is the hard thing, for love, that is the radical thing, for love, that is the monument we build each day to each other in the smallest gestures, for love, that is an empty stadium during an epidemic. For love, that is why we continue.
I will not forsake us, for love, for love, for love.
look. i don’t think my stretch marks are beautiful. i don’t think they’re tiger stripes or natural tattooos. i don’t think my acne is beautiful. i don’t think the bags under my eyes are beautiful. i just think they’re human. and i don’t think i have to be beautiful all of the time in order to be accepted and loved and sucessful. i don’t think every small detail of my outer appearence needs to be translated into prettiness.
““So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.””
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