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call me shep
24, he/him in a fagdyke boygirl way
no, but, you dont get it. you have bits of sunlight reflecting off the river caught in your eyes, and you have a fire in your soul that keeps me warm no matter where you are. you are such a delicate and strong creation of your own doing in the face of so much awfulness in the same way i am. i feel like ive known you forever and i feel like i meet a new person every time i see you. you dont get it.
anyways dont romanticize men for their pain when they arent doing anything to better their situation and overcome it also btw
what happens when you meet someone and theyre so perfectly imperfect like they were made in the negative of your broken pieces? when his hands fit your face and your heart in their grip with ease? when you watch the best love story on tv together and know that he notices the parallells too? does he know that he's your "she wouldve loved you"? when distance will pull you apart one day, slowly and then all at once, so whats the point anyway? is it easier to pretend its nothing when youve agreed its so much more? but god, god, his lips on your neck and the way he stands by your side, youd never need church again.
hey so i posted this and then a week later he turned into a shithead. reminder not to be illusioned by romanticizing your suffering when someone is hurting you. love feels good. with your true love you will experience pain and they may very well trigger certain things in you, but love is not supposed to hurt. something that hurts when you hold it is a weapon, or a blade, or a bomb. it is not love. you cannot love a grenade that is pulling out its own pin.
unironically i love this website and the people who post here because like 4% of them are even more pedantic and specialized in their knowledge bases than i am, and they are ALL HATERS. these are my people, sincerely. i support them uncritically even though all of us are REALLY annoying
If you ever wondered why they call tattoos and piercings "unprofessional" and "unsophisticated"
Source: Lainey Molnar
"only 90s kids remember-" wrong, if you're poor and/or rural enough, old tech and fashion doesn't just disappear when it stops being trendy. We had dial-up until 2012
Yesterday I almost cried because my baby cousin ran up to my grandmother and was like. “Ha! Buhbuh ba ha.” And she said okay you want to show me something? And he led her over to the garden patch and crouched down and pointed at rocks and plants and was like. “Ah. Habah ba ah” as she listened attentively.
And I was like that happened 1,000 years ago. Probably 10,000 years ago. Maybe 100,000. The youngest human in a group went to the oldest one and said to the best of their ability “come see.” And the adult went.
this is such a beautiful post it doesn't need my dumb addition, but i can't fit this in the tags. at the archaeological site Dolni Vestonice in the Czech Republic there are a bunch of really really fascinating finds and I'm only going to tell you about one tiny detail of one of the most interesting sites in the world.
at this settlement 20-30,000 years ago there lived a person who appears to have been a sort of sorcerer-grandmother-ceramics artist and her workshop was preserved very well in the sedimentary layers. her hut where she had her kilns was full of little sculptures of animals and people that seem to have been made to explode in the kiln on purpose, we're not sure why but nevermind. the relevant detail is that when you sculpt something with your hands and then fire it, your fingerprints can be preserved in the surface of the clay forever, so we have fingerprints of ancient ceramics artists that have survived for tens of thousands of years. and one of the major artifacts from Dolni Vestonice has a fingerprint on it that is so small it could only have belonged to a child
so this shaman-grandmother-sculptor, who was buried with her pet fox by the way, had children running through her workshop and touching everything she made while she was at her mysterious work of creating the world's oldest ceramics, none of which appear to be bowls, bottles, pots, or any "useful" items at all, but rather a collection of animal and human and sometimes anthropomorphic figures, some of which appear to be self portraits. exactly the same as sandersstudios' grandmother being led to the garden by an excited baby. we've all been the same for 30,000 years.
Looooorrrrrrddddddd have mercy 😮💨😮💨😮💨
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not to be untoward but a lot of US citizens are making the mass murder of iranians about themselves and there's very few polite ways to say "stop centering yourself in every mass casualty event" politely
“He wondered if Kavinsky was gay. He wondered if he should go to the Fourth of July party. He wondered where Adam had gone.”
you guys don’t understand how insane a line of thought this is
Moonlight (1834) by Thomas Cole
Banned from the royal hunt for life
How was I supposed to know I wasn't supposed to run with the hounds while joining them in baying for blood, and tear the throat from a white hart with my teeth
What do you mean I was expected to laze around on horseback while the servants did all the work
According to my squire, this missive penned in blood upon a flayed human skin is an invitation from the 'Erlking' to attend his 'Wild Hunt'
I've never heard of such an august personage, but clearly he has good taste
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Alfred Wierusz-Kowalski (1849–1915)
“Wolf,” oil on cardboard, 1880s, “A Pack of Wolves,” oil on canvas, 19th century, and “Lone wolf,” oil on canvas, 1910