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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Stranger Things
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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EXPECTATIONS
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

if i look back, i am lost
The Stonewall Inn
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@phanmeoff
we need to give this tweet more credit for im pretty sure coining "die mad about it"
checks out, thank you melanie
kissing your forehead because i love your weird brain
I love that you can just grab kittens. old cat have achy joints and a sense of dignity that you have to play into, so you gotta be deliberate and respectful in hoisting them, but if a kitten is whirlwinding past you, you can just reach out and snatch them. and they'll be like 'mamma mia, I never did nothing :p' and writhe around and lick your fingers. highly abductable animal
The term and concept of "rent lowering gunshots" has seeped into my mental vocabulary, and I've welcomed it there. Something I'm up to is gross and weird? Good, keeps the rent low. Keeps judgy people out. Post weird shit on your blog, do weird shit to your hair, be as fucky as your heart ever wants to be. If you're not the one making the profit, make yourself unprofitable. The aposematism of brightly coloured creatures is there to warn predators, not friends.
You have no moral obligation to make yourself palatable for those who would consume you.
You have no moral obligation to make yourself palatable for those who would consume you.
— homunculus-argument on Tumblr
worrying is like worshipping the problem
and brother i’m on my knees
thanks for the warmup folks
Fred Hampton Jr visiting his father on Father’s Day…his grave is annually shot by local police
.Some context for this:
-Fred Hampton was a black activist from Chicago – an extraordinary speaker, youth organizer for the NAACP.
-He joined the Black Panthers and shone so brightly that he was made chair of the Chicago chapter when he was only 20.
-He founded the Rainbow Coalition, which brought together Black and Latino activists and radical anti-poverty Catholics. He forged an alliance among major Chicago street gangs to help them make peace and work for social change.
-In 1967, when he was just 19, Hampton was identified by the FBI as a “radical threat.” The FBI tried to subvert his activities in Chicago, sowing disinformation to get the groups he’d drawn together to distrust each other, and getting an FBI plant next to him as a bodyguard.
-(This is part of an illegal FBI program called COINTELPRO, which aimed to paint black civil rights activists (among others) as violent and threatening. If you’ve only seen pictures of the Black Panthers as armed and dangerous revolutionaries, and never heard of their children’s breakfast program, their community health clinics, or their “copwatch” patrols, this is why. It’s because COINTELPRO was a highly successful work of political propaganda.)
-On December 3, 1969, Hampton taught a political education course at a local church, and then several Panthers gathered at his apartment for a late dinner. One of them was the FBI plant bodyguard, who drugged Hampton.
-At 4:45 AM on December 4, a squad of Chicago Police officers and FBI agents with a warrant to search for weapons stormed the apartment. Investigations later showed they fired between 90 and 99 times. The Panther on security detail, Mark Clark, was holding a shotgun. He was shot, and the gun went off into the ceiling. This was the only shot fired by the Panthers.
-Fred Hampton, in another room, didn’t awaken. He was shot in his bed. Twice, in the head, at point-blank range. He was 21.
-Four weeks after witnessing Hampton’s death, his finance Deborah Johnson gave birth to their son, Fred Hampton Jr. That’s him in the photograph, visiting the grave of a father who died before he was born. A resting place riddled with bullets.
nobody knows their audience better than dan and phil
PADME AMIDALA costume appreciation: ▶ The Phantom Menace [6/9] (costume design by Trisha Biggar)
you will get through this night: daniel howell book event at union chapel
*booking an mri* what if I accidentally have a pacemaker. what if I got secret bone surgery and forgot about the pins
An excellent addition hiding in the tags
Holy shit that's so cool
Finally “do you love the colour of the sky” got compressed for our convenience
This is now my favorite photo
The Forest of Pandas by L_Z_Y