the sea-like rivers’ wild overflows

rimma 🌙 she/he 🌙 23 in my estella arc

[wavesofundoing]

Mark Rothko, address to the Pratt Institute

[ysengrm]

grimbard my beloved...

[jewfrogs]

falling asleep during the day: slipping away on a clouds so easy

falling asleep at night: I heard an ant gasp downstairs

[throatoftheworld]

Pulling Strings by Jonathan Wolstenholme, 2005

[theinternetarchive]

'la voix des sources,' color lithograph from bound volume containing 50 lithographs; lucien-hector monod, french, 1899.

[cryptotheism]

Ponder like an uncle but post with a nephews spirit

[purpledragongifs]

Beast/Wolf Imagery in Brotherhood of the Wolf (Le Pacts des Loups)

Made by purpledragongifs. All gifs are 540px wide.  Please do not delete credits.

[nudityandnerdery]

Just a casual reminder that posting on the internet about how you would want to do physical harm to members of the US government is something that they can (and will) detain you over, so just be careful what you say in public spaces like, uh, on Tumblr.

[nudityandnerdery]

I have got bad news for you about how connecting to the internet works and how corporations will respond to requests from the government.

[hearthfire-heartfire]

this is your semi-regular reminder that tumblr has cooperated with the fbi to hand over user information in a very public way at least once. and that's not the only way the feds can collect information on you either

[cooking-with-hailstones]

taken.

A web page that tells you what your browser gave away the moment you arrived. No login, no form, no permission. Most pages do this. None of

Please click on this link if you still think you have any real anonymity online

[soundsofmyuniverse]

Madchen Amick as Shelly Johnson in Twin Peaks 1x05

[letterful]

[geekynerfherder]

Unlettered cover art by Frank Frazetta for the novel ‘Red Moon And Black Mountain’ by Joy Chant

[smsomah]

Scanned from the book L'Inde des tribus oubliées; 1993; Tiziana & Gianni Baldizzone

[intersexfairy]

it's so crazy that i spend my life expecting myself to become some notable person through art/writing, punishing myself for "not trying," as if i haven't also been discouraged against becoming an artist/writer

but all the people who led to me being alive today were just farmers and seamstresses. a few tailors, a gardener. the most notable positions ive found were a farm steward and a carriage driver. some of them just spent their days Digging Holes.

and i'll never know what went on inside their minds as they went about all that work. but. the standards for our existence today are really fucking high when you think about it. like why are so many 13 year olds trying to become famous online?

i doubt my great-great-great-grandmother was concerned about shit like Social Networking and Media Sponsorships. she just. sewed. helped on the farm. taught her children. repaired the farmhand's clothes when they came home from work. maybe made her child a beautiful dress outfit for a special event -like my great-grandfather, a tailor, did for my grandmother (even tho he was a Total Piece of Shit).

she just passed on her skills and what she learned from life. maybe she was discontent and unfulfilled like me, or maybe she was happy and carefree, maybe she was stern and strict. i don't know. but she didn't have to do anything grand in her lifetime for it to still matter now.

and those things i don't know, can't know - who they were as people, not just their roles in the community/family... those are the things that matter in our lives while we have them. whether we're kind. whether we're trustworthy. whether we're the defender, bystander, or aggressor. idk. am i making sense

the life you live isn't a big deal but who you are is

[error-404-fuck-not-found]

used to think it terribly silly (and kinda funny) when fantasy or sci-fi stories would have people refer to major recent historical events as The Flood or The Incident or The Revolution, and im sure historians fucking hate that because it's not helpful or descriptive, but we sure do be calling it The Pandemic

[lostsometime]

Also the new linguistic quirk of just saying “it was 2020” as like. The full end of a story. You say “it was 2020” and everyone knows what you mean.

“I was going to get my masters degree but then it was 2020, so yeah”

“I was cast in a play and then it was 2020”

“my boyfriend proposed but then it was 2020”

[the-quasar-hero]

Assign an aspect of nature to prev

Waves at the beach

Rushing breeze through leaves

A crack of thunder

Flow of a river

The shine of a gem

Dancing embers of a flame

Torrential rain

Slow falling snow

An emerald sea of grass

Austere cliffside

A maze of roots

The endless oceans

Voting ended onJul 11

[ninanation]

Come to think of it, it really is insane that my entire country is burning alive and literally no one in the rest of the world cares. Thousands of Indians are dying every day from the heat, it's 45+ degrees in multiple areas, the government couldn't give two fucks, we're getting severe warnings and red alerts, and not a soul outside of South Asia is speaking about it because why would you ever care about brown people

[ninanation]

please keep talking about how Becky from Maryland doesn't like the rising gas prices. It's clearly the more pressing issue.

[creacher-art]

USA folks, that is a consistent temperature range hitting 113°. Death Valley temperatures. In Banda, it hovered between 116°-118° (47°-48° C) for a week straight.

This has been happening all month with little to no international media attention. Here are a few organizations you can check out for resources or to support:

ActionAid India

SEEDS India

GlobalGiving

Raise India (Project Tapan)

[iphigeniacomplex]

In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky—her grand old woods—her fertile fields—her beautiful rivers— her mighty lakes, and star-crowned mountains. But my rapture is soon checked, my joy is soon turned to mourning. When I remember that all is cursed with the infernal spirit of slaveholding, robbery and wrong,— when I remember that with the waters of her noblest rivers, the tears of my brethren are borne to the ocean, disregarded and forgotten, and that her most fertile fields drink daily of the warm blood of my outraged sisters, I am filled with unutterable loathing, and led to reproach myself that any thing could fall from my lips in praise of such a land.

— Frederick Douglass, from a letter to William Lloyd Garrison (January 1, 1846)