When your advertising team is really on their game…
Fai_Ryy
KIROKAZE
occasionally subtle
Not today Justin
Cosimo Galluzzi

Origami Around
NASA

ellievsbear
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

tannertan36
Game of Thrones Daily
RMH
Monterey Bay Aquarium
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
EXPECTATIONS
Doug Jones

Product Placement
$LAYYYTER
ojovivo
The Stonewall Inn

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@msbeloved
When your advertising team is really on their game…
I’M DEAD
Fun fact: if you know your feline body language, you’ll notice that the lynx is deferring to the housecat. As far as these two are concerned, the housecat is the higher-ranking cat.
OH MY GOSH
It’s because the cat is that lynx’s mom
BIG STRONG DAUGHTER
I’m not crying, you’re crying 😭
Striking Portraits Featuring Powerful Women of Color Painted by Artist Tim Okamura
Perfume bottle consisting of eight enameled glass bottles as orange segments, set in painted ceramic holder. (ca. 1925)
@mjalti
“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.
During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.
On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.
In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, "Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”
Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a "sinner" and already dead to her, and that she wouldn't even claim his body when he died.
“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, "Oh, momma. I knew you’d come", and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, "I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.
Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him
and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.
After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family's large plot.
After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.
Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, "They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here'd come the money. That's how we'd buy medicine, that's how we'd pay rent. If it hadn't been for the drag queens, I don't know what we would have done", Ruth said.
Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family's plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.
For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the 'Cemetery Angel'.”— by Ra-Ey Saley
She’s 60 now, she’s still doing activist and advocacy work, and working on a memoir.
Hildegard von Bingen’s Happiness Cookies
The nutmeg has a greath warmth and a good mixture in its powers. When a human being eats nutmeg it opens his heart, and his sense is pure, and it puts him a good state of mind.
Take nutmeg and (in the same amount) cinnamon and some cloves and grind them up. And then, from this powder and some water, make flour - and roll out some little tarts. Eat these often and it will lower the bitterness of your heart and your mind and open your heart and your numbed senses. It will make your spirit happy, purify and cleanse your mind, lower all bad fluids in you, give your blood a good tonic, and make you strong. (Hildegard von Bingen, Physica, I, 21)
Cookies for Preventing Sadness (Based on a recipe by Hildegard von Bingen)
2.2g ground nutmeg 2.2g ground cinnamon 5g cloves 500g spelt flour 150g cane sugar 250g butter 2 eggs A pinch of salt 100g almond pieces
Bake cookies at 350 F (180 C) for 5 to 10 minutes.
My heart is so full
Listen. I am shown a great many catte images by my loyal adherents and followers. But this short film clip…is of a caliber beyond most others.
give my son back hooman
one of the more valuable things I’ve learned in life as a survivor of a mentally unstable parent is that it is likely that no one has thought through it as much as you have.
no, your friend probably has not noticed they cut you off four times in this conversation.
no, your brother didn’t realize his music was that loud while you were studying.
no, your bff or S.O. doesn’t remember that you’re on a tight deadline right now.
no, no one else is paying attention to the four power dynamics at play in your friend group right now.
a habit of abused kids, especially kids with unstable parents, is the tendency to notice every little detail. We magnify small nuances into major things, largely because small nuances quickly became breaking points for parents. Managing moods, reading the room, perceiving danger in the order of words, the shift of body weight….it’s all a natural outgrowth of trying to manage unstable parents from a young age.
Here’s the thing: most people don’t do that. I’m not saying everyone else is oblivious, I’m saying the over analysis of minor nuances is a habit of abuse.
I have a rule: I do not respond to subtext. This includes guilt tripping, silent treatments, passive aggressive behavior, etc. I see it. I notice it. I even sometimes have to analyze it and take a deep breath and CHOOSE not to respond. Because whether it’s really there or just me over-reading things that actually don’t mean anything, the habit of lending credence to the part of me that sees danger in the wrong shift of body weight…that’s toxic for me. And dangerous to my relationships.
The best thing I ever did for myself and my relationships was insist upon frank communication and a categorical denial of subtext. For some people this is a moral stance. For survivors of mentally unstable parents this is a requirement of recovery.
If it wasn’t stated outright - it wasn’t said.
This is really one of the most important reads
this is fucking good advice
Me listening to people talk about how great a person their father is
Illustration Art By Aykut Aydoğdu
For more: artwoonz.com
the end of The Big Short isn’t fucking around
Fall of Icarus/Hubris of Man
2019, colorised
(And reference)
people have tagged this as life imitates art, and I need you to understand that no, I saw this picture of my friend falling off the got dang swing and thought it represented human hubris so well that i went into a made haze of acrylic paint and when I awoke I was holding this finished canvas.
Ig: its.kini
Sarah Maxwell Welcome Home 2019
Someone: oh there’s this show I’m watching... oh, nevermind, it’s silly you probably don’t wanna hear about it
Me, knowing fully well how much it sucks to have your passions invalidated and how cool it is to rant about something you love: