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bliss lane
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cherry valley forever
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

if i look back, i am lost
RMH
Not today Justin
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Today's Document
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art blog(derogatory)

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Keni

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@sowco
religion is so fucking funny the world is just too beautiful there must be a higher entity behind all this. lets oppress women
i am so sickkkkkkkk of people seeing misogyny perpetuated by a man and automatically going "well SOMEONE'S closeted" omfg you know that men hate women even when theyre attracted to them right??? why are you more interested in making fun of gay people than hating misogynists. you fucking freak
"bottom" please consider 🫵 whether the word you are looking for is in fact "submissive" ! because if we decide that taking dick means your personality & character r inherently subservient 😃 we might as well just throw in the towel on the most basic premise of feminism & 🔫 kill ourselves 🎉
Just fyi, the title is a quote by James Baldwin, but the poem is by Nikita Gill.
I shared the source of Baldwin's quote here. It's from an essay that he started writing after Kwame Ture, then still known as Stokely Carmichael, had his passport confiscated by the US government in 1967.
I also share the poem there. Nikita Gill wrote it in 2024. You can find her on Tumblr as well, @meanwhilepoetry
Here's a transcription (copied from my previous post):
"Every bombed village is my hometown" - James Baldwin And every dead child is my child. Every grieving mother is my mother. Every crying father is my father. Every home turned to rubble is the home I grew up in. Every brother carrying the remains of his brother across borders is my brother. Every sister waiting for a sister who will never come home is my sister. Every one of these people are ours, Juist like we are theirs. We belong to them and they belong to us.
Most people's twenties are spent being upset at how other people around them think and feel and it takes like the whole decade to realize you can't control it, shouldn't want to, wouldn't get what you wanted if you could, and that actually maybe get over yourself and then life starts to get really good around there
Very precious kind knowledge to live through
paper and pen seems so powerful now. on account of all the. surveillance
Like to charge, reblog to cast
"male socialized" this, "female socialized" that. I WASNT SOCIALIZED!!!!! #straydog
we've got a life to love living.
in 2026 DO NOT ask yourself whether your art is GOOD
instead ask:
is it SINCERE
was it CATHARTIC
was it FUN TO MAKE
is it MADE BY ME
and don't forget to stay silly
unfortunately a lot of the corny self help advice turns out to be true but the thing is you have to come to those conclusions yourself otherwise it just sounds dismissive and dumb
its christmas eve and look whos on tumblr
all of us
Jesus also spent Christmas in a barn full of animals
via @teesbees