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Right wing manipulation tactics explained
this is an epic exposure of how propaganda functions.
*cough gay cough*
*cue vine voice* Oh my god, they were roommates…
Cary grant and Randolph Scott lived together for 11 years in their mansion entitled the bachelor pad there are press pictures of the two of them living in a completely wonderfully domestic setting
When Cary grant has to marry as to stop the rumours of their gayness he became very depressed, him and his wife divorced 13 months later
Putting more pictures here because yes
Also they reason said wife divorced Cary is bc Randolph “refused to leave” their home and Cary wouldn’t kick him out.
I’d seen some of these pub stills before but not all of them, imagine middle America looking at this and thinking they were just bachelors sharing a house holy fuck
I am obligated to reblog this everytime it shows up on my dash
Confirmed bachelors, best fiends, and roommates. Yup, bros being bros.
Favourite songs too short? Turn your favourite song into a 2-hour album with just one simple trick! Passengers in the car are gonna love it!
20-somethings on this website doing none of the things we’re evolved to do for our health and then wondering why they’re so depressed. (smacking you through the screen) GO EAT A LEAF!!!!!!!! GO CRACK A NUT OPEN WITH A ROCK YOU SAD TORMENTED LITTLE APE
i know this is easier said than done and i do not mean this judgementally but you have to start treating yourself like the animal you are in any small consistent way you can. like imagine you went to a zoo and you saw a gorilla sitting in front of blue screens for hours with no natural light no physical activity no interaction with peers no nutritious whole foods no fresh air no water and a pack of cigarettes. you would run screaming to the local news about the blatant animal abuse. you would be demanding boycotts you’d be sledgehammering locks off cages. do you get what i am saying please go squish your toes in mud
This this this! You're your own zookeeper so stop violating ethics boards
really hope this is my tumblr legacy #MyLegacy
Finally, an adolescent that looks like how adolescence feels.
same guy
applying for the position of your good luck charm that's kept in your pocket and looked at adoringly
this is not my beautiful circus..these are not my beautiful monkeys
And you may find yourself crammed into a very small automobile...
Found an old journal entry while cleaning my room... made me feel layers of feelings. I hate Journaling, and generally feel embarrassed by my self centered nonsense... but I'm glad I said this, and left it for my future self to find. Some sort of validation from my past.
.........
Talking about my feelings feels like pointless rambling. These feel like words. Like I might as well be hacking at expressing myself with a dull axe on hard wood.
I keep seeing Staci, high on the maximum amount of opiates, on hospice. Struggling to breathe dying of lung cancer. Barely aware of us. Empty right hand waving an invisible cigarette in the air. She had mentioned wanting one a few times but had ultimately been quiet about it. That gesture was some hazy truth of her desperation, reaching for her crutch in a time of discomfort and need. I wanted her to have that compulsive comfort, even in the hospital dying from it. Even gasping on oxygen.
I can't help but think of my own smoking, and the idea of Candi having to watch another of her little sisters die. When I smoke I often think of her now.
I've never been a two-pack a day type, but with a cancer ridden family and a sensitive body... Jack died of COPD, so cancer isn't the only option.
......
But that isn't why I'm thinking of Staci. I guess it's just something I found particularly haunting. This call back to her life while standing at a precipice. The precipice. While we all just stood there wanting to be with her before the veil consumed her.
It's different to watch people die when it's your own family and family is there with you and it was such a different process than what I went through with Jack and Anna. I don't even remember Zac and Jackie's presence. It was just me and them and that sense that it was all on me. Not in a... "this is a burden"... way... though there was a sense of that...
I guess the feeling is... standing in a room alone with a person dying... the sunlight is white coming into the curtainless room and they're brown and purple with bruises because their body and skin is breaking down instead of healing. I have to make sure they're drinking cool water, that they're clean and respected. When I leave that room they are alone dying.
What is that feeling, when I'm alone together with someone else who is alone. And the gulf is so huge between us, but then some random relative, a cousin maybe, comes to read a scripture to them on their death bed. And the person feels so foreign to our odd little bubble of quiet suffering and sacrifice. And I want to strangle that evangelical wacko. Shut up. Shut up. At least Catholic priests usually have a sense of true suffering and usually minister to the dying.
Watching a loved one, or person you care for, writhing in pain or struggling to breathe leaves you sitting at the edge of your seat, every nerve high alert, every muscle tense.
Can you live like that for days, weeks, years? Learn to live like it, and keep hoping for more days? Hoping even for more hours?
Hoping if you make a meal or bring a treat they'll be able to take a single bite, but they just might be tempted so you'll try to tempt them with some simple pleasure... while putting all that pent up feeling into cleaning and cooking because that person doesn't want you sitting and staring at them for hours on end. But you're fucking exhausted, and when you do sleep you're afraid you'll wake up to loss. Because you have to be there when it happens.
But how can I do all that for _____??? I wish I could be everything for her. I think about it every day. It feels like so much more than I can manage right now, so does that mean being filled with regret? How can I love her the way she deserves? I don't like the idea of knowing she needs support and I should be able to carry her well-being on my shoulders.
..................
the context is the final line Martial 5.34 if anyone’s wondering:
To you, father Fronto and mother Flacilla, this girl
I commend: she was my sweet and my delight.
Little Erotion must not be frightened by the dark shades
and the monstrous mouths of Tartarus’ hound.
She was due to complete the chills of a sixth midwinter, no more,
Had she not lived that many days too few.
Now let her frisk and play among old friends
Now let her chatter, and so lisp my name.
And let the soft turf cover her brittle bones:
Earth, lie lightly on her: she lay lightly on you.
........ OK.... but do you think my landlord will notice?
I'll have to paint over her when I'll move out.... Never quite figured out what she'd say..... My only inspiration was WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE BABY, YOU'RE GONNA DIE 😆
to win divine favor. start from scratch
strange to us this effort to
decipher symbols
abstract and
endless
a human. to grasp an understanding
of immortality
figure out the fundamental workings of divinity
when possessed by
habits
the passing of days
complicated circumstances
the cadence of time
year-to-year needs
raw obsession
is incredibly rare
In their efforts to approach some
actual fragments
of mythical knowledge
Authorities do not agree
A bit burnt, a bit bubbled, a bit chipped..... worse for wear
hazards of art on random surfaces...
SEDUCED BY TEMPTING FRUITS
I am particularly well acquainted with
(Involuntarily) a battle with - neither desirable
nor even edible.
rock-hard, bitter, sour or puckering
False
for a moment
insects
My light had awakened them.
They find attractive
species that man considers
the most harmless
soft, man-edible specimens
The New World of seed dispersal
pollinators between it's two legs
victims helpless --- To show off
captured,
seduced into service
to hold and manipulate
to crush
with powerful jaws
powerful enough to win
.
.
.
Nevertheless
themselves flimsy
weakened by ----- dry rot
are seldom
breaking the surface
How could I remember what so long ago confused and drained my soul
Unbound imagination and a search for home
In the form of Truth and Light while bound by the pitch of sin
What memories we carry, a painful burden held within
It all seems like blackened shadow now, from time or loss or fear
So
How could I remember word for word what so long ago confused and drained my soul, boundless imagination and a search for home
in the form of hope and sight in a chaotic world of sin
A desperate case
That's probably all that matters now and the rest we'll give to God
Because all is loss
All we humans know is loss
who can blame the innocents driven crazy by the pain?
We're a crushed down beat out crew
been flushed right down
the drain
Trust in what?
Trust in death?
When it's all we've ever known?
Can't see past this reaper
his grass never too high grown
Here we are with loss, rejection,
you try to sell us love?
Coin with two heads
However tossed
You'll find our fatal flaw
________
Poem??? Lyrics? Creative journaling? This is an unstructured mess but I can still feel it. Thanks for saving this and not burning it Katie 😅
me_irl
“id send you this post but u are dead to me” is such a strange feeling. im retreating to the woods
When you stumble across a meme that perfectly fits the niche of someone you no longer talk to…. like we have parted ways for good reasons but i’m still left with the knowledge that this would make you laugh. What do i do with that