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thoughtkick

“Healing begins when you share your story with safe people.”

— Unknown

guerrillatech

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avalonblue12

That's an octopus on the left

idropnews

This $6,000 Custom iPhone 12 Pro Contains a Fragment of Steve Jobs’ Original Turtleneck

For those who don’t think the iPhone 12 Pro is expensive enough, luxury design brand Caviar has come up with an extravagant customized version of Apple’s flagship iPhone to commemorate the 10th anniversary of the iPhone 4. The exclusive new models, dubbed the “iPhone 12 Pro Jobs 4” collection, start at a staggering $6,490 for […] https://www.idropnews.com/news/this-6000-custom-iphone-12-pro-contains-a-fragment-of-steve-jobs-original-turtleneck/149110/

beadyeyes

pretty cool if you give a shit about stupid stuff that doesnt matter

kalichnikov

apple fan who buys this day 1 and then has to trade it in a year later for the new iphone 12 pro X

dinuguan

it follows

ccstcrptc

i live in rockland county the cat has rabies and it’s running loose it came from new jersey

“One of these days you’re going to wake up and realize you’re beautiful and powerful … That will be the day you stop running after people who don’t see your worth. That will be a really good day.”

— Brooke Hampton

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gray-jane

the other day at work, i asked a woman her name– like i do for everyone, because we have to write it on the cup–and she goes “we come in here all the time. you should really know our names by now” as if i don’t serve hundreds of people a day or as though a nondescript middle aged white woman made such an impact upon me that i’d remember her. i was feeling pretty impatient and irritable though, so i covered my name tag with my hand and asked her my name and she didn’t know it and at least had the decency to change demeanor from haughty and superior to sort of quietly embarrassed and i’m fairly sure that’s the only thing i’ve ever done at work that matters to me.

droptheglitter

That was a smooth turntables

Proud of you

amouthfulloflove

“I look for hope in the dirt under fingernails, in the blood of a bitten tongue.”

— I Walk Through, E. Kristin Anderson

amouthfulloflove

“I don’t mean to hurt anyone, but it’s been so long since I’ve had proof I’m not alone. & what good would another body do me? I still won’t swallow light. I want to see the sky. I want to know this thing that made me. Maybe, then, it will not be my fault when water touches me & I flinch away. I want to pluck feathers from the sky until my cruelty is something I can measure with my hands.”

— Mama & I Talk About Salvation, Uma Dwivedi

meanwhilepoetry

“And when they speak of Troy, they speak of Helen who fled with Paris for love, and this inspires verse. Not Briseis, who lost all, all she ever loved and was used as barter in a war that wasn’t hers. Not Cassandra, who tried to warn them but was called liar because of a Gods curse. Not Hecuba, who was forced to give all her children to this cruel beast she knew would never be satisfied. Not Andromache, who lost her beloved husband Hector to a battle he should not have had to fight, and her baby to the ruthlessness of the victors and their spite. I suppose as a woman your value in war is simply casualty if your face isn’t synonymous with devastating beauty, that powerful men wish to possess and claim so much, that they will launch a thousand ships in their own misplaced honour, yet blame it on your name.”

— Nikita Gill, Woman of Troy

alhwrites

I wonder what kind of girl I would be if the patriarchy didn’t exist. If gender roles and stereotypes didn’t stain my entire being. If I didn’t suffer at the hands of misogyny that molded the clay that was me. I wonder what I would do, what I would say, what I would like, what I would crave, what I would be. The likelihood of us being anything close to similar seems slim considering how many things could be different. I just wonder what type of woman I would be if I hadn’t been told from the day I was born how and who I should become. Would I still enjoy wearing makeup if I hadn’t been conditioned to feel better about myself with it on? Would my favorite color still be orange if pink hadn’t been forced on me and I didn’t care to make a point of rejecting it? Would I stand up for myself more if I hadn’t been taught to cater to the comfort of others before prioritizing my own? Would my natural instinct still be to feel wary of those around me if abuse and harassment and assault were not normalized in our society? Would I still want long hair if I hadn't been brainwashed into believing that my beauty is rooted in being feminine, and that my value is rooted in being beautiful? Would I be the same? How much, or how little, would that impossible girl resemble me as I am now? And are my interests and passions genuine—truly mine—or can they all be linked to some expectation to accommodate, some predetermined role to serve, some juxtaposing desire to please a system I don’t even like. Do I actually love video games as much as I think I do, or do I only like them because I think it makes me appear cooler to men? Do I actually want to get married as much as I think I do, or do I only want to because historically that was where the female fit in? Do I actually find solace in journaling as much as I think I do, or do I only find solace in it because it is the only time I can share my traumatic experiences without being called a crazy attention seeker? There is so much I wonder about, which parts of me are real and which have been tinkered with. Which is just pure me, and which is because of something else. A factor of the patriarch. Of course I’ll never know, but that truth does not keep me from being curious about the girl who does not suffer from the wrath of an internalized male gaze and the burden of internalized misogyny. I bet she is lovely—free of the shackles—and I hope she feels at peace.

— alhwrites