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hi hi hi so my account got messed up. i cant use messages or reply to posts even though everything else works fine. so!!! im moving to @fourlessbones i'll be leaving this blog up but i wont be using it
MOVING BLOGS
hi hi hi so my account got messed up. i cant use messages or reply to posts even though everything else works fine. so!!! im moving to @fourlessbones i'll be leaving this blog up but i wont be using it
When god closes a door I shove my sword through the gap at the bottom and swipe at his ankles
gonna just dip my toe into some fairly toxic discourse
to say that when people hold up asexuals like me as a reason to ban any expression of kink from pride parades and the like, i am reminded of an experience i had in kindergarten, where a fellow five-year-old completely misunderstood how my dairy allergies worked and thought he could make me pass out by waving a piece of cheese at me.
like, okay, i don't experience sexual attraction to anybody; that doesn't mean i'm gonna melt like the wicked witch of the west if i see someone else wearing bondage gear. i'm a grown adult and frankly, straight allo culture throws more explicit portrayals of sexuality at me every day. trust me, i can handle it. don't project your puritan ideals onto me.
for the record, speaking only for this asexual, the actual things that make me uncomfortable at pride are cops, crowds, and (as someone very susceptible to burning and heat exhaustion) the sun. one of those things should be banned while the other two are basically inevitable. kink doesn't even begin to factor into it.
Oh shit this blew up Um I wanna address that he has plenty of space other than this window
He has this entire one right next to it with a blankie and he uses it exclusively for people watching. He really only goes to the other window when he decides to be A Menace
Also his name is Banjo
āCritics have found that many of the Yiddish proverbs draw similarities with Kafkaās narratives, including, āWhat will become of the sheep if the wolf is judge?ā and, āThe hat is fine but the head is too smallā (Furman). Through the Yiddish language, Kafka discovered how he could use words to fill his writings with the irony, paradoxes, and symbolism that characterized Jewish literary culture and the plays that he loved. With the motivation to create, and the influence of what he considered to be authentic Judaism, he wrote, eventually developing a style that was so distinctive the term Kafkaesque was coined to describe it. Despite the abundant evidence to support the influence that Jewish culture had on Kafka, several literary scholars have questioned the role that it takes in his writing due to the āvirtual absence of direct allusionsā (Scott 7). Unfortunately, such statements arise from a lack of understanding of Jewish culture, and more importantly Jewish literary devices. These critics fail to recognize the multifaceted nature of the literary technique that Kafka employs. It is for this reason that much of Kafkaās work is shrouded in debate and mystery.ā
ā Illuminating Kafka:Ā An Analysis of Jewish Literary Culture in Kafkaās Work byĀ Joseph F. Allen
Today, JoaquĆn Salvador Lavado Tejón, better known as Quino, has unfortunately passed away after a long sucessful life as one of Argentinaās most beloved artists. He was the writer of Mafalda, the little girl who questioned society (and soup) and wasnāt afraid to speak her mind, even in some of Argentinaās most violent and divisive times. The comics of Mafalda remain relevant even today and itās no exageration that they have raised entire generations of Argentines with their hilarious but thoughtful takes on society, politics, and life in general.
But he also was a master cartoonist, perhaps one of the best in Argentina and the world. Most of his better work does not involve words at all.
To honor him, hereās some of his best work:
when i was a kid my parents bought me an inflatable doll of the Scream by Edvard Munch (??) that was significantly taller than i was at the time and i used to slow-dance with it and pretend it was my boyfriend. It had its hands attached to its head obviously so it felt like he was always a bit horrified to be forced to dance with me
i didn't need no imaginary friends i had Screaming Joe right here !
if we want the rewards of tattoo we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of talking to a tattoo artistĀ
i see people get in intense discourse over childrens cartoons and then i see my 7yo sister sing along an encanto song or some shit and im like. wow literally who gives a fuck
"if you like disney movies you are problematic" are you canceling my 7 year old sister
"disney movies are high pieces of art and i love them and you arent allowed to dislike them" is the best piece of media you can find the movie my 7 year old sister likes
I love you dumplings I love you gyoza I love you xiaolongbao I love you wonton I love you baozi I love you mandu and yes even you, ravioli
white people will appropriate spider culture
Surely it would be cheaper, easier, and somewhat less environmentally disastrous to bring some canvas?
after a suicide attempt in 2016
āWhen Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I donāt know. Further north, Iād guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think sheās up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. Heās holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, theyād fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didnāt get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying heās pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. Sheās got a hanker for plums and aināt nothing else gonna do. Itās when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddyās truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. Thatās how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You donāt earn it. Itās given.ā
excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13
Some context: Texas and Arkansas share a corner border. Now, Texas is FECKING HUGE and there are many, many parts of Texas that cannot visit Arkansas overnight, but there are parts where itās no trouble at all.
However, those places of Texas that are close to Arkansas, do not include āclose to Fort Smith, Arkansas.ā
The closest Texas gets to Fort Smith is about 185 miles (about 300km), at āa little closer than Texarkana.ā (Dallas, fwiw, is about 275 miles/450km from Fort Smith.)
So the dad in this story drove at least SEVEN HOURS round trip, to pick up a bushel of plums for his little girl, in the hope that some almost-out-of-season fruit would convince her to go on living.
i was born in a wet paper bag and my mom needed to put me in the toaster oven to make me crispy enough 2 survive
haha hey i love the blood dripping from your face and the animal rage in your eyes whats your pronouns
compliments i can only assume are for sam. 7/10
everytime one of my posts gets rated by this blog its not a 10. what the fuck do i have to do to get a 10 on this blog about a guy i couldnt pick out of a line up..... im going to DIE. my blood will be on your hands
Sasuke Uchiha President AU
heās defeated orochimaru and that other guy, now get ready for the lone wolf of the shinobi world to step up to the role of POTUS and face off against his biggest enemy yet - social and economic inequality!