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i love my disjointed internet community of young women who feel alienated 24/7 for reasons they cannot always quite fully express

itsbyrosie

as u can see I don’t actually know how to draw

1000drawings

by irem aysu

neko-gifs

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#cats

spiroandthelacktones

mike’s hard look at yourself

wormboyman

ukulelekatie

🎵oh, i wanna nap with somebody…🎵

🎵i wanna fall aˢˡᵉᵉᵖ with somebody…🎵

parkstone-international

Artist Hank Schmidt travels to scenic locations only to paint the pattern on his own shirt.

sixslugs

chaotic neutral

a-ramblinrose

“I once asked my friends if they’d ever held things that gave them a spooky sense of history. Ancient pots with three-thousand-year-old thumbprints in the clay, said one. Antique keys, another. Clay pipes. Dancing shoes from WWII. Roman coins I found in a field. Old bus tickets in second-hand books. Everyone agreed that what these small things did was strangely intimate; they gave them the sense, as they picked them up and turned them in their fingers, of another person, an unknown person a long time ago, who had held that object in their hands. You don’t know anything about them, but you feel the other person’s there, one friend told me. It’s like all the years between you and them disappear. Like you become them, somehow.”

— Helen Macdonald, H is For Hawk

valtsv

thoodleoo

the worst part about reading ancient roman philosophy is that sometimes you’ll read something expressly saying that people shouldn’t do something that you do frequently and it’s like diogenes threw a plucked chicken at you from 2000 years ago

thoodleoo

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