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[nicotines-karma]

i bought milk this morning i pressured myself into asking my mother to buy me cereal too she lied, she tells me that I need to get myself on a diet, diet nervously proposed to buy it herself - still no

if under any hypothesis I thought it would mean any positive aspect would disappear from my ego she would probably guilt trip me still big dreams mean losing independence in her world (me spending her hard earned money, moving back in) she hates all the options which favor me anyway blissfully proud of herself from the amount of insecurities she brought and latched upon our broken backs

"the closet was small mama, my bones can't stay straight anymore”

i never blamed her for it i blamed my nerves over their weak ego i blamed the alcohol for altering my views and i blamed you for falling in love with me when that word never had space in that grown-up dictionary speaking out loud about my thoughts reminds me of that day where you told me to so suck a damn fat one that it would make me straight again i did and threw up for hours after my hangovers leave a more cordial even if still bitter tastes much like the one stitched on my tongue let me bite a bullet instead i reuse the wood from my closet I drank that mirk in my coffee and I fucked in your honor all the men you've never made love you

"respect - ma, respect”

[xo-cherrycola]

genuinely how could he say stuff like this and just get away with it

like without elaborating or anything

[nicotines-karma]

[homunculus-argument]

A child's bedroom furnished entirely with those aesthetic beige instagram mom sad beige wooden toys for sad beige organic children, including a little ball pit in all the shades of brown, white, grey, beige and greige, but the owner doesn't have kids. It's all for the cats.

"They can't tell because they're colourblind", the owner explains, "and also very dumb."

[el-rombo]

Children’s sad beige room but the rest of the house is very colorful and eclectic. That’e just the kind of thing the kid likes and their parents respect that

[nicotines-karma]

[androdragynous]

ive been feeling some kind of way about AI art and NFTs and the general shittiness of having to exist around brands 24/7 and I just. okay a lot of this is going to copy from the rant I went on in discord earlier because I don't want to retype it all on phone but it's like

DA is the only existing gallery that I have that actually spans like. My entire time online. Which like yeah it's cringe or whatever but it's important to me since that's where I started and now it's like well do I fucking nuke that record because the alternative is some crypto bitch minting my shit for $0.76257358 in twitchcoin or something. I hate it here. And I say that with actual vitriol this time.

I hate that being someone who likes to draw means my entire existence is a profit margin for some bitch who has decided letting people rip others off is the most reliable business standard and the alternative options are to never share anything and live under a rock or just quietly tolerate it and hope it blows over before the global ecosystem fries because a motherfucker realized money is imaginary and decided to burn a metric ton of resources to count monopoly money. If you put me in a room with a CEO of Anything right now I'd rip their throat out with my teeth before you could even hand me a gun.

It's INFURIATING that like. the fact that there is art on dA of people who have died doesn't matter to them. It doesn't matter that people have moved on. It doesn't matter that things were gifts for friends who are no longer talked to, or showing interest in things that have been moved past. It doesn't matter that there are resources meant to be shared or communities meant to be fostered and it doesn't matter that this was made by people. Art isn't content that just appeared magically in the world and you can't just skim it off and slap it on to something else. There was reason in it. Things were made for a reason and so often that reason was love and that's irrelevant.

I do think AI art has the potential to be an incredible tool especially for artists who otherwise can't draw, of whose speciality in art isn't a visual medium. But the way it's been introduced was not done for them and never will be because the people who developed it don't care and have no reason to. There is a difference between accessibility made for people and accessibility made for profit and only one of them will last and only one of them should matter.

I am tired and I am livid and honestly I'm a little bit grieving because it should not fucking be like this! What people make to connect to the world and the people they care about should not be reduced to PNG metadata #84026 for some Bitcoin freak who doesn't even know their fucking name. The person matters the reason matters. All of it has always fucking mattered.

In 2016ish I was talking to someone who had had to euthanize a horse they owned and they said my reassurances were some of the best they'd ever received. That site no longer exists. If I saw the same words I'd typed somewhere else now I wouldn't remember them, I wouldn't recognize them, but that person probably would. It was a string of words in a comment section of an offline site. Not even a little bit protected by anything art usually is. But it still fucking mattered to someone! And the fact that it did still matters to me! It's about being fucking human!

It's like, fuck, what do you do if somewhere down the line you see the fursona of a dead person in some AI prompt art? Whose fucking ghost is it? The person who made it won't know and won't care but someone will and that's not a grief that comes with legal measure - how the fuck are you supposed to quantify love in a court of law to prove that art has meaning?

It's infuriating. It's beyond infuriating. It has to matter because it matters and there's no way to frame that in a way that someone who doesn't care about it will acknowledge because they can't, fundamentally, recognize that any of this matters without realizing that their own part of it matters too. One big fucking performance art piece on a giant rock that happened to have the right molecules on it for the rest of us. Fuck me running. The problem is that none of these people have ever talked to someone who is not sufficiently rich, that art is to be generated so it can be placed in a foyer and resold after we die. There is no place in that world for parents singing their children to sleep or kids creating elaborate playground roleplays or teenagers writing poetry to try and make sense of how everything feels. Art is about being fucking human and we have to remember that. We have to.

Take the time to love your work. Take up a physical medium or print it out and hold it. Know you made something that exists and will continue to exist, and know that you loved it. There is a humanity in it that can never be taken from you and I hope that it can bring you joy. Please take the time to remember that.

[parkayquarts]

i really cannot stand the character archetype in film of the "unpopular nerdy ugly girl" being portrayed by the most conventionally attractive, thin, clear-skinned actress ever you cannot tell me that amanda goddamn seyfried was some fugly lesbigay loser as a foil to megan fox you cannot tell me beloved babyfaced winona ryder was a social outcast at her school you cannot convince me that rachel sennott and ayo edebiri are notoriously "ugly, untalented gays" even riverdale lampshaded this by fully acknowledging that cheryl shouldnt have starred as carrie in the school play and it shouldve been ethel cause ethel is The Fat One Nobody Likes and ethel even IS chubby enough that you could actually consider her "fat" but she's still an acceptably Cute type of fat but in the end she STILL gets denied the role anyway. real ugly and/or fat girls are straight up not allowed to exist on camera even when the narrative tells you they're there they're not actually there. im just so tired. where is the acne. [flinging myself against the walls of my padded cell] where is the acne where is the acne wwhere is the fucking acne

[pridehubtv]

Daniel Bilmes renders this intimate scene through muted tones, layered texture and a surface that feels almost weathered by memory. One figure turns inward while the other leans close, creating a moment that could be read as comfort, longing or a private exchange just beyond words. There is a gentle sapphic quality in that proximity—not declared, but present in the tenderness of the composition. The restrained palette makes the emotional tension feel even more delicate, as though the image is preserving something fragile.

[sapphicides]

in honor of black history month 2025, i’ve put together a list of books written by black sapphic authors for you to read in the month of february

non-fiction essays/memoirs:

all about love: new visions by bell hooks

black lesbian in white america by anita cornwell

sister outsider: essays and speeches by audre lorde

mouths of rain: an anthology of black lesbian thought by briona simone jones

blues legacies and black feminism by angela davis

does your mama know?: an anthology of black lesbian coming out stories by lisa c. moore

fiction:

the color purple by alice walker

loving her by ann allen shockley

the gilda stories by jewelle gomez

in another place, not here by dionne brand

pomegranate by helen elaine lee

the summer we got free by mia mckenzie

these letters end in tears by musih tedji xaviere

dead in long beach, california by venita blackburn

girl, woman, other by bernadine evaristo

young adult:

escaping mr. rochester by l.l. mckinney

this ravenous fate by hayley dennings

faebound by saraa el-arifa

so let them burn by kamilah cole

where sleeping girls lie by faridah àbíké-íyímídé

adult:

honey girl by morgan rogers

the deep by rivers solomon

sweet vengeance by viano oniomoh

come back (love concealed) by terri ronald

house of hunger by alexis henderson

short stories:

the secret lives of church ladies by deesha philyaw

additional info:

-> “why wasn’t this book listed?” probably because it wasn’t black sapphic-centric, the author isn’t a black sapphic themself, or i just simply haven’t heard of it! so feel free to add on if it meets those two criteria

many of these books require trigger warnings, especially some of the older ones that are more likely to feature racial struggles of the time. please do your due diligence and search for tws if you want to read them!

please feel free to add onto this list in the rbs or comments! happy black history month

[and-drive-real-far]

The audio at the end of the 'legalize gay sex, actually, you know what, fuck you, we're the Beatles, we can do whatever we want (as long as John gets his shit together)' song isn't just a rewind of the tape like Paul said at the listening party, I checked, it's Scottish bagpipe wedding music.

With the last two songs being 'by the way have I mentioned my mother was a saint' and a sad ballad about a recently married romantic woman dealing with an emotionally withdrawing husband who is starting to heavily use drugs but she doesn't mind because she loves him and the ending of the album being 'Papa gets high while momma gets by'

Nevermind all the insane 'yeah so I stalked John a bit as a teen and after the divorce', the innuendo stuffed songs about fucking for room and board while hitchhiking, the song about getting creampied and being a subby bottom with incredible lines about telling your truth.

Sir Paul McCartney, live your best life.

[dramatic-dolphin]

and if i said nolan's odyssey starring no greek actors and with no recognizable aspects of greek culture or involvement by greeks, is the direct legacy of white supremacist colonialism that treated ancient greece as not just the pinnacle of ancient culture, but of an artificially created "european" culture, which white western europeans and their settler descendants, as the new pinnacle of culture, were the sole spiritual inheritors of.

[hiveswap]

^^^ PEOPLE ARE STILL THERE. There's a metro station across the street from the colosseum where i found a hair in my pizza slice. We drove by ruins of an amphitheater next to a motorway in greece once. It's literally just real places where real people live and have lived. It's not mythical perfect lands that once existed. I went to Itacha in 2023 and there was not enough parking space.

[xo-cherrycola]

“paul mccartney is a terrible actor, he has no range!”

paul has been acting like his homoerotic and codependent relationship with john was nothing more than platonic for over 60 years. okay whatever.

[believesinpatterns]

a woman holding her boob should be considered a neutral pensive gesture like when a man scratches his beard

[addigni]

Reblog if you genuinely support asexuals

It terrifies me that there’s so much raging passion in the lgbt+ community that insist on marginalizing asexuals and implying that asexuals don’t deserve to have safe spaces. There’s still so much acephobia so I just wanna know which blogs are genuinely supportive and a safe space for asexuals

[pmamtraveller]

Cats, by Rozenn Grosjean.

[forestkatart]

I will never understand people who make covers of queer songs or songs that criticise religion but then remove the queerness or turn it into a religious thing.

I see videos of people doing covers of Sailor Song and then the comments will be filled with people being like “í do believe in god” because of the line about not believing in god. Psa to those people: no one cares. No one cares that you will overwrite a song to fit your belief system. You could do that but dont gaslight yourself into thinking that it doesn’t criticise your god.

And to people doing covers of these songs and rewrite said songs. Stop fucking doing that. It’s really disrespectful to the artist and just nasty. Believe what you want but if you want to make a cover of your favourite song then sing a song that you don’t feel the need to censor. It takes away from the actual meaning of the song.

Also, it’s really not that difficult to enjoy a song that doesnt align with your way of thinking. As an atheist I absolutely adore Sufjan Stevens’ music and it has very religious subtext. It’s not even subtext. I can sing along to Drag Path and not censor the religious imagery because it’s essential to the song, and I respect that. Sure í sometimes twist the meaning just a little bit to apply to a fake animation in my head but I almost never do that.

And if you don’t feel comfortable singing a song, or listening to a song with something that speaks ill of your religion then that’s okay! Just listen to a different song without that messaging, theres absolutely no shame in doing that.

I’m sure atheists change lyrics in songs to apply to their worldview and that is also shitty. It’s not okay to take a religious song and change that imagery just like it isnt okay to change an openly non religious song into a religious one. It’s basic decency to stay true to the artists vision when it’s glaringly obvious and not up for interpretation. Thats all.

Also this is all my opinion. Just putting this out there. It’s okay to be religious obviously and I respect your religion but respecting artists visions is very important!! We love *respectful* religious and agnostic people in this household.

[mclennonlgbt]

My favourite Lennon and McCartney's quotes where they express love to each other

I don't know if they were soulmates, lovers, something else or all of the above; there's no doubt they loved each other. I know there's a lot of quotes but these touch my heart the most <3

PAUL

- ‌Me and John, we’d known each other for a long time. Along with George and Ringo, we were best mates. And we looked into each other’s eyes, the eye contact thing we used to do, which is fairly mind-boggling. You dissolve into each other. But that’s what we did, round about that time, that’s what we did a lot. And it was amazing. You’re looking into each other’s eyes and you would want to look away, but you wouldn’t, and you could see yourself in the other person.

- ‌I was thinking the other day, ‘I wish I had sat and just hugged John all the time when we were together. (…) I’d just sit around and hug him forever. That’s the depth of my feeling for him.

- ‌But the great thing about me and John was it was me and John, end of story.

- ‌When I painted him recently, I found myself saying "How do his lips go? I can't remember". Then I would think, "Of course you know. You wrote all those songs facing each other".

- ‌John and I were perfect, really, for each other.

- ‌We grew up literally in the same bed because when we were on holiday, hitchhiking or whatever, we would share a bed.

- ‌I dream about him.

- ‌I mean, we had a wonderful... I had a wonderful time with one of the most world's talented people. - John and I were two of the luckiest people in the twentieth century to have found each other. The partnership, the mix, was incredible. We both had submerged qualities that we each saw and knew. I had to be the bastard as well as the nice melodic one and John had to have a warm and loving side for me to stand him all those years. John and I would never have stood each other for that length of time had we been just one-dimensional. - We wrote our first songs together, we grew up together and we lived our lives together. And when we’d do it together, something special would happen. There’d be that little magic spark. I still remember his beery old breath when I first met him here [Woolton church fete] that day. But I soon came to love that beery old breath. And I loved John.

JOHN

- ‌I've compared to a marriage a million times and I hope it's... understable. For people that aren't married. Or any relationship. It was a LONG relationship. It started many, many years before the American public, or the English public for that matter, knew us. Paul and I were together since he was 15, I was 16.

- ‌How can you be suprised by your brother since you were 15?

- ‌We were recording the other night, and I just wasn't there. Neither was Paul. We were like two robots going through the motions. We do need each other alot. When we used to get together after a month off, we used to be embarrassed about touching each other. We'd do an elaborate handshake just to hide the embarrassement... or we did mad dances. Then we got to hugging each other.

- ‌I think it's [writing songs] partly something natural - and partly something that Paul and I spark off in each other. [...] Some people say it's a speculative stock because no one knows how long Paul and I will stay together. But we intend to stick together and if you can write songs, you can write them all your life.

- ‌Throughout my career, I’ve selected to work with – for more than a one-night stand, say, with David Bowie or Elton John – only two people: Paul McCartney and Yoko Ono. I brought Paul into the original group, the Quarrymen, he brought George in, and George brought Ringo in. And the second person who interested me as an artist and somebody I could work with was Yoko Ono. That ain’t bad picking.

- ‌Nobody ever said anything about Paul's having a spell on me or my having one on Paul! They never thought that was abnormal in those days, two guys together, or four guys together! Why didn't they ever say, 'How come those guys don't split up? I mean, what's going on backstage? What is this Paul and John business? How can they be together so long?

- ‌But the only - the person I actually picked up as my partner, who I'd recognised had talent, and I could get on with, was Paul. Now, 12 or however many years later, I met Yoko, I had the same feeling. It was a different feel, but I had the same feeling. So I think as a talent scout, I've done pretty damn well! - I’d like to thank Elton [John] and the boys for having me on tonight. We tried to think of a number to finish off with so I can get out of here and be sick, and we thought we’d do a number of an old, estranged fiancé of mine, called Paul. This is one I never sang. It’s an old Beatle number and we just about know it.