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Aleksandra Waliszewska.
When you worship dead flowers itās hard to love people.
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Who Wants to Get In Formation?
things Iāve learned to say to boys: -youāre not funny -donāt talk to me like Iām dumb -I probably know more about this than you do -donāt fucking talk about her like that -Iām not comfortable with this -I donāt owe you anything -you just repeated exactly what I said -no
Still learning but getting there
"Don't you know communism has killed millions?!"
DEATHS CAUSED BY CAPITALISM:
Native American Genocide, 1500s-1900s (direct killings and death from plagues; North, Central, and South Americas combined): 100 MILLION [x]
Atlantic Slave Trade, 1500s-1900s (princessbuggie helped with this one): 4 MILLION [x]
September Massacres, France, 1792: 1,200 [x]
Famines in British India, 1837-1900: at least 165 MILLION [x]
Potato Famine/Great Irish Famine, 1845-1852 (an anon helped with this one): 1 MILLION [x]
Cholera Outbreak, Industrial London, 1849: 15,000 [x]
United States Civil War, 1861-1865: at least 600,000 [x]
Building First Transcontinental Railroad, United States, 1863-1869 (princessbuggie helped with this one): at least 1,200 [x]
Belgian Occupation of the Congo, 1886-1908: 10 MILLION [x]
Spanish-American War, 1898: 17,135 [x]
United States 20th Century Coal Mining Industry: 100,000 [x]
CourriƩres Mine Disaster, France, 1906: 1,549 [x]
Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire, 1911 (vivianvivisection helped with this one): 146 [x]
World War I, 1914-1918: 16 MILLION [x]
Building the Hoover Damn, United States, 1922-1936: 112 [x]
Shanghai Massacre of 1927: at least 5,000 presumed dead [x]
United States Intervention in Latin America, 1929-1987 (progressivefem helped with this one): 6 MILLION [x]
The White Terror, Spain, 1936-1975: at least 100,000 [x]
World War II, 1939-1945: at least 60 MILLION [x]
Benxihu Colliery Explosion, China, 1942: 1,549 [x]
Burma Railway, Thailand-Burma, 1943-1947: 106,000 [x]
Bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, 1945: at least 245,000 [x]
Bodo League Massacre, Korea, 1950: at least 100,000 [x]
Vietnam War, 1955-1975: 2.3Ā MILLION [x] [x]
Guatemalan Civil War, 1960-1996 (an anon helped with this one): 200,000 [x]
US Intervention in the Congo, 1964: 1,000 [x]
Indonesian Anti-Communist Purge, 1965-1966: at least 500,000 [x]
Israeli-Palestinian Conflict, 1965-2013: 21,500 [x], 1,000 more Palestinians have been killed in 2014.
Iran-Iraq War, 1980-1988: at least 315,000 [x]
Bhopal Disaster, Madhya Pradesh, 1984: 16,000+ [x]
United States Railroad Workers Killed on the Job, 1993-2002 (princessbuggieĀ helped with this one): 1,221 [x]
Rwandan Genocide, 1994: 1 MILLION [x]
United States Deaths Attributed to Cigarette Smoking, 2000-2004: ~1.7 MILLION [x]
War in Afghanistan, 2001-present: 57,457 [x]
Darfur Genocide, 2003-present: 10,000 [x]
Iraq War, 2003-2011: 55,034 [x]
Mexican Drug War, 2006-present: at least 100,000 [x]
United States Workers Killed on the Job in 2012, as reported by OSHA: 4,628 [x]
Hunger (un-feuilly-de-papier helped with this one): 21,000 per day [x], 16,000 of them children [x], 3,000 of them children specifically in India [x].
Worldwide Occupational Deaths: 6,000 per day [x]
Poor shelter, polluted water, inadequate sanitation, often from homelessness (sideeffectsincludenausea helped with this one): 50,000 per day [x]
Occupational Asbestos Exposure: 107,000 per year [x]
International Sex Trafficking: 30,000 per year [x]
āCommunist Death Toll,ā according to The Black Book of Communism: 94 million
Capitalism Death Toll: 369 million (369,790,731), according only to the statistics I could get sources for. This number doesnāt even scratch the surface.
But, guess what? Tomorrow, we know for sure that capitalism will kill at least 77,000 more people.
srsly tho this is absolutely a thing that dudes do all the f***ing time
like where if he knows a girl doesnāt necessarily want to give him a hug, he will trap her in this position in front of witnesses where she has 2 options- both of which are undesirable for her, while simultaneously desirable for him
if she doesnāt want to hug him, whatever she does, it will suck for her.
she can 1. say nah and be the fucking asshole in front of other pplĀ or 2. forsake her corporeal boundaries and allow unwanted intimate contact
itās a f***ing trap
F***ing hate dudes forreal.
too many f***ing times ugh
Story time. One day I was on the MAX (basically a giant street car that goes all over the metro area) on my way to meet up with a few friends. I didnāt look at anyone, I didnāt speak to anyone, I just stood to the side on my phone making sure I wasnāt going to be late to my meeting. Out of no where, this guy comes up to me and starts to chat me up. Me, being who I am, am absolutely terrified to tell this guy to f*** off. He was at least half a foot taller than me, and was way too bulky for me to fight back. So I suck it up at humor him, say hello. Before introducing himself or asking me for my name, he asks me out on a date. Not wanting to piss him off I try to make light of the situation and I laugh, telling him that my boyfriend wouldnāt like the idea, but thank you for the offer. He just shrugs and says, āHe doesnāt need to know.ā At this point Iām scared out of my mind. Thereās this guy who, after seeing me run two blocks to catch the train, comes up to me and has made it perfectly clear that he wasnāt going to leave without getting something out of me. I deny him a second time, saying, āI donāt even know youāre name. Weāre strangers, I donāt know you.ā He finally introduces himself and asks me for my phone number. I tell him I donāt give my number out to people Iāve just met and he says, āFine, but at least take mine so we can meet up later.ā So he watches me plug his number into my phone (which I deleted as soon as I knew I was safe and away from him) as weāre pulling up to my stop. I tell him I need to leave and switch trains and he tells me, āOh, Iāll wait with you. I donāt have any plans, so Iām in no rush.ā Itās important to note what at this point he had previously told me that he was late to a job interview, but he has all the time in the world because he still hasnāt gotten what he wanted from me; a yes. I get off of the train and he follows me, and waits at the platform with me for over ten minutes until my train arrives, asking me all sorts of personal questions about where I live and where I was going that day. As soon as the train pulls up he grabs for me and says, āDo I at least get a hug before you go?ā I was terrified. I was embarrassed. This dude, who before even asking me for my name asks me out on a date and then continues to harass me after I tell him I have a boyfriend, asks me for a hug only fifteen minutes after meeting. People around us were staring at me, as if I was being rude for denying him, and every inch of me was mortified. I wanted to run, but I felt like if I had done that he would have chased after me and things would have gotten worse. So I did, and he squeezed me so tight I felt like I was going to burst. It took me a good ten seconds to get him to let go and I ran to the train car just as the doors were closing. He was trying to get me to miss my train so I would have to wait with him even longer. I would have been stuck there for over a half an hour until the next train came by, and the platform (aside from the few buses coming by) was now COMPLETELY EMPTY. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing and he knew EXACTLY how to get me alone with him. People, if you are in a situation like this do not feel obligated to give in. If someone is making you uncomfortable and asks to touch you in any way, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO SAY YES. Make excuses, be blunt, just straight up say ānoā. If possible, go to someone else near by who you think can help you and ask them to help you. Itās important for guys to learn that they canāt get what they want just by asking over and over again. I got lucky. But not everyone does. Please, everyone, Be Safe.
SECOND STORY TIME
So I was on the transit bus alone one time. This was my first time riding, and so already I was PETRIFIED. I sit down, pull out my ipod, and begin to play some games. This guy sits down next to me, and begins trying to have a conversation. I donāt really respond, I donāt even look at him, just give half-hearted āmhmās and āohās, as I donāt want to be rude if he was just striking up a friendly conversation. He then asks me on a date.
Now, as I stated before, I already was absolutely petrified. My heart stopped and I didnāt know how to answer. So I just didnāt. He didnāt let up and I could feel his eyes on me. I quietly stammer out a āno thanksā and my stop HAPPENS to be coming up, so I pull the string thing to let the driver know I want to stop there, and once we stop and the doors open I get up and he asks me, āWell, can I at least have a hug before you go if you wonāt go on a date with me?āĀ
This makes me break. There are now people staring, as we are the only people standing up and not getting off⦠So I just start crying. Hell, I am bawling almost instantly. He looks so fucking freaked out and people are now getting up to come over and comfort me/question him. I donāt stop crying, and he keeps trying to comfort me by touching me, and people are yelling at him for that.Ā
AND THEN. AND. FUCKING. THEN. THE GOD DAMN BUS DRIVER. A VERY EASILY 6 FOOT BURLY MAN. COMES OVER TO US. PULLS THE GUY AWAY. AND KNEELS DOWN. HE THEN ASKS, IN THE MOST CALM VOICE, āDid you request the stop?ā I very slowly and shakily nod, as I am still crying my eyes out. He then asks, āDo you want to get off?ā I give a quiet āmhmā and nod once again, and he offers me his hand. I take it, he stands up, and he escorts me off the bus. He asks me questions such as where I was going next, if I was going to meet someone shortly, if I was going to transfer buses from there. He was very polite and waited for me to answer the entire time, and my friend (who I was going to be meeting there) showed up. He asked me if this was someone I knew, I said yes, and he said alright, have a good day. He then told me- and this is something stuck in my mind forever, so it is word for word-
āIf some guy EVER starts harassing you like that again, do exactly what you did there. Cry. Cry and scream and have a temper tantrum. Not only will it throw him off, but it will get others to notice. They might not interfere, they might, but you will have gotten their attention and if you happen to go missing the next day the search for you will be a hell of a lot easier because everyone in that location will have seen you screaming and crying with a guy now very awkward with his actions. They will know. That is what my daughter did, and three days after she went missing she was back in my arms. I pray for you and every other person like you who has this done. You stay safe now, okay?ā And after I began blubbering again, I nodded and he left.
So this is the second lesson for yall. If you can not have the courage to say no or make an excuse, cry. Let out those sobs and tears and cry your heart out. Because it is going to make people notice and make people aware.
Reblogging for that second story. This might save a life.
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Rutilated Quartz.
A cement truck crashed near Winganon, Oklahoma in the 1950s and the mixer was too heavy to move. Itās still there; locals have painted it to look like an abandoned NASA capsule.
The Young Communist League in an anti-war demonstration in New York City, ca. 1935.
āBack off m8. Iāll cut you.ā [video]
Couldnāt have said it better myself
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Via Emma Rose
counterpoint to all those cuteĀ ālittle girls looking up to reyā stories: i saw a little boy stab his father with kylo renās lightsaber at target the other day
ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING I HAVE
tried so far to get a room in a shared flat in Berlin.
Iām gonna be homeless, Iām gonna be the not-so-funny jokeĀ āHIPSTER OR HOMELESS?ā.
And you will see me online, will giggle and say: Well, he is BOTH now, hipster and homeless.
So yeah, dear TUMBLR, get me a room in Berlin, please. I am nice, calm, clean, reliable. I am FUCKING HUSBAND MATERIAL. You still donāt know how much you need me. But you do. Iāll cook PAELLA for you.
Help me to not be homelessĀ
Eyeliner goals.