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I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever known and loved and touched and I find fragments of them in my playlists and how I make my tea. we may not know each other any more but we will stay connected like this. I hope a fragment of me is with you too.
too much self reflection is not a good thing honestly. go outside and plant a garden and then cook yourself a homemade dinner then mop the floors and change your sheets and take a hot shower then you won’t care so much
12-31-2022, 10 AM
I can literally feel the thoughts bubbling in my head like a cursed soup
i zoned out a few years ago and never zoned back in
hand feeding fentanyl to a baby cop and watching it skitter unsteadily back into the forest and explode
Everything Everywhere All At Once really said "you could be the absolute worst version of yourself in any timeline, and you can still be happy if you choose love and kindness and finding ways to enjoy the mundane."
I just got emotional because my husband always leaves the light on for me when I get home late. we've never talked about it, I've never asked him to, but that back porch light gives me so much joy.
On December 6th 1989, fourteen young women, many of them engineering students, were murdered in the mass shooting at Montreal’s École Polytechnique that was prompted by the killer’s hatred of women and what he said was “fighting feminism”. On December 6, the National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence Against Women, we remember: Geneviève Bergeron Hélène Colgan Nathalie Croteau Barbara Daigneault Anne-Marie Edward Maud Haviernick Maryse Laganière Maryse Leclair Anne-Marie Lemay Sonia Pelletier Michèle Richard Annie St-Arneault Annie Turcotte Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz
They forget to mention that the industrialist also eventually caught all the fish severely depleting and eventually destroying the balanced ecosystem.
and that the industrialist had to create a market for the fish by advertising.
ID: An excerpt from “Timeless Simplicity” by John Lane that reads, The industrialist was horrified to find the fisherman lying beside his boat, smoking a pipe. “Why aren’t you fishing?” asked the industrialist. “Because I’ve caught enough fish for the day.” “Why don’t you catch some more?” “What would I do with them?” “Earn more money. Then you could have a motor fixed to your boat and go into deeper waters and catch more fish. That would bring you money to buy nylon nets, so more fish, more money. Soon you would have enough to buy two boats, even a fleet of boats, then you could be rich like me.” “What would I do then?” “Then you could sit back and enjoy life.” “What do you think I’m doing now?” / end ID
This reminds me of Robin Wall Kimmerer’s descriptions of Indigenous harvesting & fishing practices that looked like laziness to colonizers (extra paragraph breaks added by me for accessibility):
‘ Early colonists on Turtle Island were stunned by the plenitude they found here, attributing the richness to the bounty of nature.
Settlers in the Great Lakes wrote in their journals about the extraordinary abundance of wild rice harvested by Native peoples; in just a few days, they could fill their canoes with enough rice to last all year.
But the settlers were puzzled by the fact that, as one of them wrote, “the savages stopped gathering long before all the rice was harvested.” She observed that “the rice harvest starts with a ceremony of thanksgiving and prayers for good weather for the next four days. They will harvest dawn till dusk for the prescribed four days and then stop, often leaving much rice to stand unreaped. This rice, they say, is not for them but for the Thunders. Nothing will compel them to continue, therefore much goes to waste.”
The settlers took this as certain evidence of laziness and lack of industry on the part of the heathens. They did not understand how indigenous land-care practices might contribute to the wealth they encountered.
I once met an engineering student visiting from Europe who told me excitedly about going ricing in Minnesota with his friend’s Ojibwe family. He was eager to experience a bit of Native American culture. They were on the lake by dawn and all day long they poled through the rice beds, knocking the ripe seed into the canoe. “It didn’t take long to collect quite a bit,” he reported, “but it’s not very efficient. At least half of the rice just falls in the water and they didn’t seem to care. It’s wasted.”
As a gesture of thanks to his hosts, a traditional ricing family, he offered to design a grain capture system that could be attached to the gunwales of their canoes. He sketched it out for them, showing how his technique could get 85 percent more rice. His hosts listened respectfully, then said, “Yes, we could get more that way. But it’s got to seed itself for next year. And what we leave behind is not wasted. You know, we’re not the only ones who like rice. Do you think the ducks would stop here if we took it all?” Our teachings tell us to never take more than half. ’
1st of Dec is World AIDS Day so I just want you guys to know
we stole america just to pave it over and abandon it
when im walking surrounded by empty cracked parking lots choked full of trash. every building empty, furniture piled high in the windows, yet homeless huddling outside them. rows of small businesses dark and vacant inside, homes collapsed for years and never moved. roadkill left to rot in the street. when im surrounded by this, im wondering how this spot looked under the last caretakers. and im wondering what was ever the goddamn point beyond money to the wealthy
This is exactly what it’s like to have a conversation on Tumblr.
sorry for killing the vibe slightly. it will happen again
the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.
That's called being an adult
no it’s called being the bravest girl on planet earth
also does anyone else feel like the death of public spaces and the subsequent digitization of all socialization has led to the downfall of subculture and the rise of aesthetic, which has in turn fostered a pervasive feeling of inauthenticity, as if we are, and are surrounded by, posers attempting to infiltrate a subculture that doesn't exist? clap if the death of public spaces and the subsequent digitization of all socialization has led to the downfall of subculture and the rise of aesthetic, which has in turn fostered a pervasive feeling of inauthenticity, as if we are, and are surrounded by, posers attempting to infiltrate a subculture that doesn't exist
Did you know that: Jesus Christ is truly present, body, blood, soul, and divinity in the Eucharist?!
Awww man I’ve just been doing my daily cannibalistic blood rituals the old fashioned way 🥲 how embarrassing I didn’t know you could just pretend
