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I guess I need to put some disclaimers here in order to preempt any issues and soothe my already existing anxiety about it.

As I mentioned in a previous pinned post, this blog is a collage, a place for me to experiment artistically with low effort (or moderate effort, but mainly low), express myself, and vent.

Most of the content I post or reblog is NOT mine. Most of the photos I might upload are found on the internet, on places such as pinterest, regular google, and others. I don't usually bother with trying to find a source or content creator, as I am trying to keep this a low effort situation (what with being depressed and all). In doing this, I am not trying to claim ownership or disregard the real efforts of the original creators. Needless to say, if you see something that is yours and you want me to add a source or something, message me and I will gladly do that.

I tag my content with the following #tags:

#my mind (reblogs/reposts of content I relate to, but is not mine)

#my edit (usually photos that are not mine, but I have edited them some way)

#my thoughts (things I think, feel, believe, or things that have happened to me. Oftentimes added to content that it not mine, such as when I reblog something)

#mine (my original content, usually written in the forms of poems -if one could call them such)

#my photo (photos I took - if I don't tag it as #my photo, it is not my photo)

#me (me, either in my actual physical appearance, or as a piece of my -fragmented- personality)

Coincidentally, these tags follow from lowest to highest effort on my part, as well from least original (i.e., not mine, but (very) relatable), to most original (i.e., mine).

Important to note that sometimes I tag content that isn't mine but I find very relatable as #me. That's because a picture or a quote (or a quote in the context of the picture, or a picture in the context of the quote, etc.) basically describes me as a person (or me in the current state that I'm in). All the posts tagged as #me are fragments of who I am. Not that anybody cares.

For mainly my reference, here are some more of the tags I use:

#nature

#sea

#flowers

#cats

#fragmented

#dark

#glitter

#sparkles

#aesthetic

#weirdcore

#makeup ideas

One can always consult the #pinned for more info (if there is any).

lokihiddleston

KIKI'S DELIVERY SERVICE (1989)

fruitviking

Can we stop with the character development. Where's my beach episode.

ode-on-a-grecian-butt

woodwool

severely deficient in whatever vitamin makes u a person

scramratz

I think people would be less suicidal if they were allowed to talk about being suicidal without risk of being sent to the Torture Dungeon

mmilhouse

goodbye $200 helloooo 3 groceries

ode-on-a-grecian-butt

dailyhistoryposts

Eugene Bullard

Eugene Bullard (1895-1961) was one of the few Black pilots active in World War I.

One of ten children born in Columbus, Georgia, Bullard grew up in a fiercely and violently racist post-Civil War South. He ran away from home to Europe, first to the UK where he boxed and performed slapstick comedy, and then to Paris, where he became a jazz musician.

When World War I broke out, Bullard enlisted and joined the Foreign Legion, serving as a gunner in several important battles over half a year until he was severely wounded at the Battle of Verdun. While recuperating, he learned to fly on a bet and afterward became an air gunner. In the French Air Force, he flew in over 20 combat missions and was promoted to corporal. When the United States entered the war, they had all White men flying in French forces join America's air force, but Bullard was left behind due to his race.

After the war, Bullard was awarded several French military medals, owned several popular nightclubs in Montmartre, and traveled to Egypt. When World War II started, Bullard spied for the French government on his nightclub patrons, because he spoke German as well as English and French. He also fought in World War II, defending Orléans from Nazi invasion, but was wounded again and escaped to America.

Back in America, Bullard was once again the victim of racist state-sanctioned violence and did not have the same fame and success he had enjoyed in the more progressive Paris.

33 years after his death, Eugene Bullard was posthumously commissioned a second lieutenant in the United States Air Force, making right the segregation that had kept him from serving his own country his whole life.

jackkdaniels

when i was a kid i decided that killing people was bad therefore war was bad therefore the military was evil. and adults would tell me it's more nuanced than that and i would understand when i grew up. well i'm a grown up now and idk i still think that killing people is bad and war is bad and the military is evil