Everything all the time.

Feeling feelings since 1991.

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Innocence by Karl Wilhelm Diefenbach

German, 1851-1913

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Dead of night, Clayton Schiff

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Heat check, Adrian Tomine

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so exhausted by how fundamentally anti-human the capitalist world has become. like ageing, getting fat, being slightly inefficient, and making mediocre art are all extremely normal and extremely human activities, why is every corporation trying to convince us to spend all our money fighting that

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*Medieval celestial scenes* - 30.05.2020 3:22PM GMT-4

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When my son was about to turn two, strangers would offer condolences. There’s a collective cultural dread of toddlers, who get described more like animals than people. Kids in their "terrible twos," I was warned, are illogical, unregulated, and feral. "Good luck," people would say. "He'll grow out of it."

I'm lucky: My son is a very easygoing kid. But I remember the first tantrum he threw for me. He was standing by our front door and asked to go outside. So I opened the door and grabbed his shoes. But as soon as he stepped onto the porch, he pointed back into the house.

"Inside," he said.

"Okay," I said. I picked him up and brought him inside.

But as soon as I shut the front door, he pointed outside.

"Outside!" he said.

You know where this is going. We went back and forth, inside and outside, again and again. He got more frustrated. And I got more frustrated. Eventually he wound up straddling the threshold of our house, sobbing. When I tried to comfort him, he screamed at me. "You go wherever you want!" I said. He just got madder. I felt trapped, convinced he’d concocted the whole episode as a pretext to unleash his rage at me. It was ridiculous. I consoled myself with the thought that he was just being a toddler.

But later I kept thinking about him wailing at our front door, one foot inside, one foot outside. His misery wasn't unreasonable, or trivial, or silly. My son was experiencing the agony of wanting two things that were impossible to have at the same time. What a fundamentally human sorrow! My son wasn't being a toddler; he was being a person. Adults may not walk around howling, but that same pain rages within us. In that moment, as a father, I was powerless to solve my son's problem. I told him he could go wherever he wanted, but of course I was wrong. To be where he wanted was impossible.

Make Believe: On Telling Stories to Children by Mac Barnett

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Martin Luther King walks in the March Against Fear (1966)

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The March Against Fear started on 6 June 1966, when James Meredith began to walk by himself from Memphis, TN to Jackson, MS (220 miles) to raise awareness about racism. Meredith was shot on the second day of his walk by a member of the KKK. Meredith recovered from his wounds and was able to rejoin the march on 25 June (Meredith’s 33rd birthday), which by that time had been taken up by others, including James Brown, Marlon Brando, and Martin Luther King, Jr.

By the time the march reached Jackson on 26 June 1966, more than 15,000 people had participated.

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genuinely people should be getting arrested for this heat. oil ceos should be getting dragged out onto the streets and kicked to death over this.

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Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye

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River Water-crowfoot (Ranunculus fluitans) in River Vramsån Photo Patrik Olofsson

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If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.

James Baldwin, Nothing Personal

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