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giovanna, 26, brasileirə

No terfs, no antisemites, no zionists. BÁS DO CHINÍOCHAITHE. تحيا فلسطين

PLEASE HELP MY FRIEND SURVIVE IN GAZA

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Worth listening

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IS THAT YOU LAUGHING AT THE END 😭😭

Yes!!!! These people send my mood thru the roof I swear

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Another great band practice

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why don't you present yourself more femininely?

fat medieval hedgehog

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Just walked out of a long shower to find my 90yo nonna on the couch reading Orlando with an awed look in her eyes. Yes ma’am

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Illuminated Internet (2024-2025)

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Today was reset day as family is coming back tomorrow after grandma said fuck you to the grim reaper. I kept thinking I was doing small things: picking human and feline hair off the floor, folding laundry, washing dishes, taking out the trash, cleaning the litter box, washing the little bowls my cat eats and drinks from, running errands, carrying bags home, bending down standing up bending down again; the strange pilgrimage of domesticity.

I set my watch to count the calories as a joke and it turned out I burned more than during an intense workout, which felt insulting because no one claps for a clean kitchen. Except the indomitable dust motes to come along soon.

The curious part came later when I finally sat down on the couch. The living room was entirely mine, the house was quiet, everything was in its place (sucking on a lemon). I thought I would watch a film but my Body had already spent the ticket.

I could not give half my attention to a movie I have never understood how people do that. My tiredness wanted something more primitive than entertainment. It wanted horizontal it wanted the parallel line to soil.

I came to bed earlier but not because I wanted sleep, because my bones had quietly switched codes as they do as they do & now I am paying somnolent attention to serif fonts and the primary coloured rhombic delights of the Turkish lamp on my bedside table refracted upon the wall.

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My current graphic T-shirt collection:

Grey ‘I Told Ya’ shirt. Yes that one

Red Fleetwood Mac Rumours print

Beige Queen portrait from their early days (faded from too much washing)

White Kodak + Sydney Opera House landscape portrait with text underneath

Raglan burgundy + off white Ghibli universe print with characters from (almost) every film

White ‘Protect The Dolls’

Beige + light pink lettering The Cranberries print

Black Chromatica print

Cropped (sleeves and torso), faded black Pink Floyd Dark Side of The Moon

White Cocteau Twins ‘Heaven or Las Vegas’ print (cropped)

Black MCR Revenge (cropped gay boy style)

Black and red Rita Lee print (cropped)

Black and white Possession Adjani print

Light pink Kate Bush print

Moss green Clarice Lispector with white quote in Portuguese on the back

Bright red with ‘Un film de Almodóvar’ in bright yellow lettering

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O lucidissima composed by Hildegard Von Bingen and performed by Tapestry, from Celestial Light (1997)

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Donate to Support Nylijah's Journey to Paris Grad School, organized by lijah barnes

My name is Nylijah and I'm a 24 year old grad student following my dream… lijah barnes needs your support for Support Nylijah's Journey to

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so far ive raised $355! please keep rbing!

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$400/$4k!!

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at $1.5k/$4k! so far ive been able to pay for my ticket as well as have some cushion money for when i get there please keep sharing and helping if you can!

[mercurytongue]

My goal on this earth is to make life bearable for others. Which is, conversely but undoubtedly, the same as making life bearable for myself. The atmosphere I help create is the atmosphere I must also breathe.

Do notice one thing: goal, not purpose.

Purpose sounds like something mythical waiting to be discovered, as if the universe in its marvelous marble glory hid an answer underneath a rock along the empirical shore and my task is to flip the correct one to find it. A goal is something I choose. My decision. My everyday practice of service.

I don’t mean heroism, by any stretch. I mean reducing, where I can, the amount of unnecessary heartache in the world I happen to inhabit; miraculously, at that. A conversation that leaves someone less alone, a kindness that interrupts shame, a piece of art that gives another person a few minutes of air as fresh as unburdened sky.

Making life bearable is not a consolation prize for happiness insofar as it is the condition that allows happiness, grief, love, work, art, and lovely ordinary mornings to continue existing at all.

I can’t choose a universal purpose, I can’t be the bearer of Homeric prophecy, but I can choose the kind of doggedly persistent presence I become for other people, and I do believe that choice, repeated enough times and with enough zeal, becomes a life well steered.

[velvetanimism]

Hiiii everyone!!! I have two American Girl Dolls (Molly and Felicity obvs) that I'm looking to sell and I know I have some American Girl lovers following me so I figured I'd post them here before I went to like ebay or smth. Very flexible on price ... call that a tumblr discount <3 I'm mostly concerned about like shipping costs so if you pay for shipping you can probably get them both for way under what they'd usually sell for, especially since they're both well-loved :) they're my daughters fr but I simply don't have space so again would very much appreciate if they were adopted into a loving home 🤍🤍🤍 they'd also be coming with a couple extra dresses that I'd throw in for free .... reply or dm if you're interested I guess!!!! Thank youuuuuu mwah mwah mwah <3<3<3

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i’m so curious, what was the exchange like? what did you say to him?

The cashier stepped out of her post to go help me look for a potentially mis-priced product, and while we were heading towards that aisle, Sicilian lemon head asked if the store had gotten rid of all barcode scanners. Which, by itself, is a ludicrous fucking question, let’s be honest. The lady called back “they’re usually at the far end of every other aisle, I just can’t help you right now because I’m helping her” and before she could add that she’d be right back, he began blustering that she could at least point him in the right direction, that the bare minimum is too much to ask these days, and because she couldn’t talk back to him, I went “um… just go look for one?” That was kind of a kill shot, in a bad way. He became irate, walked up to me with a face that grew redder the less he breathed in between insults, mouthed off incessantly about multiple things I don’t recall because I talked over him, saying “you really came all the way up here to debate me instead of finding a scanner?” And then he walked off by saying a snarky “Happy Father’s Day, buddy” to which I replied with the automatic force of someone who’s worked retail for years: “thanks!”

Men are unbelievable