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in an isolationship

plusness

Los magníficos óleos de Viktor Lyapkalo (RUS)

Fuente imágenes: Leningrad Artist / Pinterest / Blogger / Vi.sualize

thinfatfit

instagram.com/shoot_and_curves

glittermedaddy-deactivated20231

ⓘ This user just wants to sit in the forest and listen to the birds.

emo-aliens-blog

Lisa Frank Tarot Cards by Ariel Hart

yuccachild

Not only will I defend bi men, but I will also ferociously make out with them

jeremiahprime

Do you think that fat girls can still be hot?

Spoiler alert: fat girls have always been hot, and fat girls are always going to be hot.

qhaotica

he ate and left no crumbs

urboymutual

just wanted to make a general donations post for native americans

NARF (native american rights fund)

AISES (advancing indigenous people in stem)

NIWRC (national indigenous women’s resource center)

PWNA (partnership with native americans)

COPE (community outreach and patient empowerment)

the association on american indian affairs

first nations development institute

american indian college fund

CARE (diné citizens against ruining our environment)

hopa mountain

indigenous values initiative

native american disability law center

people’s partner for community development

and here’s a map of what indigenous land you are living on if you want to donate specific towards those people and nations 💗

guerrillatech

plaguedocboi

Twitter and tiktok are like a coral reef

It’s loud and bright and productive and glamorous. It’s fast-paced and things cycle through the environment in hours. Everyone is trying to fight for their position in the food chain and stay Relevant. There are lots of pretty things to look at. If something gets Popular it has an impact on everything around it, for a brief time until the next big thing arrives. To an outside observer it’s chaos but to those involved it has order, reason, a Purpose.

Tumblr is like a deep-sea ecosystem.

Things are slow and weird. Memes bounce around for years and even decades. People exist in their little isolated hydrothermal vent communities of mutuals. Sometimes something big happens (suez canal, November 5th, Queen Lizzie kickin’ it) and we all gather around like a whale fall but for the most part we’re just snootling around in the sand doing whatever the fuck. Occasionally someone comes down and shines their flashlight around and immediately leaves and tells their friends about what freaky shit we have going on in the depths. We don’t care. We’re very busy talking about Our Friend Jonathan from a book published in the 1800s like worms slowly digesting the bones of a long-dead organism.