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pixel skylines

oozey mess
hello vonnie

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
One Nice Bug Per Day

if i look back, i am lost

Discoholic 🪩

gracie abrams

@theartofmadeline

shark vs the universe

PR's Tumblrdome
Sade Olutola

Origami Around
Noah Kahan
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Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
cherry valley forever
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@manicvomitgirl
"semen stains the mountain tops"
some "leftists" need to go back to the DORK CORNER with all the liberals especially that loser dean withers
Embarrassing that I used to dislike Stalin. Can my comrades ever forgive me
Debbie Harry (Blondie) Viv Albertine (The Slits) Siouxsie Sioux (Siouxsie & The Banshees) Chrissie Hynde (The Pretenders) Poly Styrene (X-Ray Spex) Pauline Black (The Selecter)
Sid Vicious ( Sex Pistols ) There was a girl at the front of the stage who called Sid down to her. He went over to her and leaned down and she punched him in the nose. He came up with blood dripping down his nose and a big smile on his face. He was spitting some of the blood at the girl and she was wiping it off and throwing it back at him. When the bloody nose started to dry up he went over to the amplifier, took a beer bottle off the top of it, smashed it, and cut his chest. He cut himself once or twice and a roadie managed to jump out and grab his hand and said, ”Sid, what are you doing?” He paused and had sort of an oh, I’m sorry kind of expression. He dropped the beer bottle and went back to play. Then the band started yelling that they couldn’t hear him, and it was because he actually turned his amp off when he hit it with a beer bottle.
"i do not dream of labour" is one of the worst pseudo-marxist taglines that western leftists have co-opted because when you ask them what they do dream of, they say traveling, studying, and creating art. broski, who's flying the plane to take you to prague? who's the security at the library with the texts you're studying? who are the clerks in the museum showcasing your art? like bro, you do dream of labour. you just dream of someone else doing it so you don't have to! you merely want to outsource the labour and make it invisible.