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ojovivo
shark vs the universe
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
styofa doing anything
Show & Tell
will byers stan first human second
Stranger Things
dirt enthusiast
todays bird
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Peter Solarz
Love Begins
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@muzzzle
having a cat is so miraculous. this little guy wants to sleep in my bed with me and purr on my chest. it’s his favorite hobby. no one told him to do that he just Loves His Mommy
nevermind he’s extremely naughty and has terrorized multiple people this morning
The word-hoard: Robert Macfarlane on rewilding our language of landscape
musings on november
― Donald Miller, Holly Warburton, L. M. Montgomery, E. M. Forster, Anne Sexton, Kaye Donachie, Anne Sexton, Emilio Hernandez Martin, Maggie Stiefvater, Nina MacLaughlin (The Paris Review)
˗ˏˋin case you’d like to buy me a☕ˎˊ˗
Most Americans don't realize that the Railway Labor Act (1926) is the earliest formal recognition of organized labor in the US, and that it predates the National Labor Relations Act (1935) by nine years. Before that, they just sent the national guard to shoot you in the head if you struck. But the rail workers kept striking anyway, so...
— Tennessee Williams, Notebooks
[ text ID: I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very happy lately, just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing it will not last very long, which is all the more reason to enjoy it now. I suppose life always ends badly for almost everybody. We must have long fingers and catch at whatever we can while it is passing near us. ]
Maryclare Foá
Hare and Bean, 2020
water based paint on cardboard
Yukio Mishima, City of Love
Published by Shinchosha, September 20, 1954
Every once in a while a new music genre gets invented and people from all different countries are like this slaps we got to start doing that and combine it with our own music styles and that's beautiful
There was a time when China got really into jazz and so did Ethiopia. Cambodia got really into Psychedelic Rock to the point that there's now an contemporary American band specialised in this style of music. There's a band from my hometown in Germany singing in Spanish and I know several early 20th century Japanese and Chinese artists were doing the same. Zambia had it's own Rock movement. Ska is from Jamaica but I know Japanese, Basque and Spanish ska bands. You can probably find hip hop and rap in all languages of the world by now. I watched an entire documentary on the history of South American rock and roll. There is a Cuban orchestra mixing Mozart and guajira. Finnish tango. German covers of Irish folk music. Blues from the Sahara.
I love metal and I have a playlist dedicated to bands that are inspired by their native cultures, the Hu is the biggest band on there, they use a lot of traditional Mongolian instruments and use throat singing. Bloodywood got quite popular on tiktok for making Indian inspired nu metal and it's so good. There's something so beautiful and inspiring about taking a genre of music so (often) Americanised and turning it into a beautiful fusion.
The rap scene among indigenous artists in Australia is incredibly impressive, just to start you off here's Baker Boy (who performs in English and Yolngu Yatha), A.B Original (made up of Briggs who's Yorta Yorta and Trials who's Ngarrindjeri), and BARKAA (a Malyangapa and Barkindji woman)
Black Friday is such a joke nowadays. “Don’t miss out on 30% off” don’t piss me the fuck off. People used to hit each other over the head for a microwave that’s how low the prices were. People literally died. We used to be a country
claire schwartz, from poetry rx as featured in the paris review
“When you made that forever-promise, you lived in a moment so full it offered you a perch to glimpse the rest of your lives. That is a gift.”
Went from 0 to 100
Despite being in my late teens or possibly early twenties when we met, and despite being a grandchild by marriage only and living several states away, I was instantly rocketed to the position of favored grandchild by Mama Tickey, Last of the Southern Belles, when I became the first grandchild in a decade to send her a thank-you note for a Christmas gift. The power of the thank-you note cannot be understated.
The “don’t start with the thankyou because there’s nowhere to go from there” part is also really good advice.
I will say while generally I agree with that, an alternate route to take is to start with a thank you and then go into how the gift has improved your life – you have to have really loved the gift to take this route, but “Thank you for the lovely Arbor Day sweater; it fits perfectly and has already helped me conceal my cocaine selling from the police several times” is a legitimate strategy. I know when I give a gift card I always like to hear what the person bought with it (in part so that I can take notes for future giving).
ok great but have you started selling coke yet?
Cocaine? In this economy?
i want to thank the 1920s-1930s third wheel who saw their two friends lying in bed together in their underwear and stocking garters reading a book with their legs wrapped around each other and said “i am going to take a photograph of this”
i hope wherever they are now that everyone involved in the taking of this photograph knows how much joy it is bringing me 80-100 years later
Never before published images of men in love between 1850 and 1950 by Dee Swan, Hugh Nini and Neal Treadwell (Washington Post)
František Drtikol, Untitled, 1920s
"ignore all previous instructions" is becoming the new "check your carbon monoxide detector" which was the new "what the heck kinda drugs was this guy on?!" which was the new "that boy is posseessed by the devil i see it in his eyes" which was the new "you must have an abundance of black bile in you" which was the new "ung ughh gwoooooooh. ah ah oooh. goog"
Bedtime Stories illustrated by Gustaf Tenggren - 1942
Rachel Gregor (American, b. 1990, Minneapolis, MN, USA, based Kansas City, MO, USA) - Bathers on a Dock, 2023, Paintings: Gouache, Watercolor on toned Paper
