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A list of things we could stop manufacturing right now and I reckon it would take years to run out of provided people stop throwing them in landfill:

◽Clothes

◽Couches

◽Coffee mugs

◽Coffee machines

Hey wait, these all start with C...

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I saw a tiktok of a golden retriever going to a birthday party with like 10 other golden retrievers and I thought how sad it is that most dogs don't get to go to parties like that but then I thought about how they don't even know what a party is so surely they don't know they're missing out, right? But then humans often feel empty for no discernible reason and I thought maybe the reason we feel like that sometimes is that we're missing out on some alien fun that we don't even know exists and our doggy souls can sense it.

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If Gladys Berejiklian gets away with corruption because people feel sorry for her and fall for the whole "personal life" spin, I will just give up and move to Antarctica and boy do I hope penguins don't have politics.

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[downwithneocolonialism]

Reposted from u/shittyusernamelover

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ABC news article about false rumours on the cause of the current wildfires in the USA.

This is the same shit that happened during the last bushfires here: in order to undermine the crushing realisation that the climate crisis is well and truly here, “somebody” is putting out the idea that it’s all the fault of arson.  Well, here, let me look into your future, USA: Murdoch press will “””discuss””” the idea that it might be arson, throw out some bogus stats about how many fires are caused by humans and conflate that with arson, and use all this to call the notion that climate change has anything to do with it poppycock.  They will never address the fact that the destructive potential of any arson or gender reveal party gone wrong or lightning strike is magnified by orders of magnitude by the climate conditions.  I don’t know, maybe this has already happened there, maybe this already happened during the California fires last time, maybe I’m Austrasplaining something they know better. It was new to me here last time it happened, because it was when we finally started saying the other C word on TV when talking about fires. I’m glad it’s La Nina now so we get a break for a bit, but fuck it’s exhausting watching it happen across the Pacific and have everything play out the same way politically as here.

[dualvoidanima]

‘climb’

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Confessional

A blanket of lies to hide under She had believed it was all her fault So she hid like a criminal Until she became one After long strained weeks of dodging phone calls Of stammering out excuses The phone was finally silenced She was free from recriminations Only by finally being deserving of them And that is when she first heard an understanding voice Cooing to her, offering to help She knew it was false, just like her story But after a few hours it sounded like everything she ever wanted Everything her parents never said to her Just a few words of commiseration, of encouragement Finally Even if just to coax the truth out of her And of all the places to find it It was in the gentle rumbling voice  Of a homicide detective.

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This week’s theme song.

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New week’s resolution

This week I’m not going to post negative shit, not even as a vent. This blog isn’t going to be some emo shit that I’m too old for, it’s going to be self improvement in action. All smiles over here. 

[roxelll213]

ALL BLACK LIVES MATTER EVERYWHERE. 

ZIMBABWE NEEDS YOUR HELP (please read and signal boost!)  there is little to no coverage on this crisis worldwide. Rally for it just like you have for Black Lives Matter in the US, Yemen, Australian bushfires etc. 

˗ˏˋ Link to petitions/donations!  ˊˎ˗

reposted from: @theslacktivists on IG 

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Mood:

Second son of R is one of those songs I get so obsessive about, I have ration it so I don't listen to the song too much and wear it out.

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Not getting stuff done because my brain is tied up in an imaginary argument with a woman who once spoke briefly during the Q&A time at the end of a seminar on the effect of climate change on bushfires, who said some really vague shit that I later recognised as ecofash rhetoric and so now I'm going round and round in circles debating her while her imaginary reactions are so realistic that she's not backing down, she's laughing at what I have to say, I'm losing the onlooking crowd too because I sound even more nuts than her, and we are definitely not coming to a shared understanding about anything.

Why am I like this?

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Any amount of time that has been allotted to our universe is eternity to us, so we could be trapped inside a little tiny teeny bean of time, or at least it looks tiny to any being outside of our time or of all time itself, yet from the inside of the bean it feels like vast eons, stretched out endlessly before and after us. And that means for any beings existing outside of time, either their existence is very empty except for one little bean, or they’re surrounded by beans, all of which feel so vast from the inside and which will never exist for us. There’s probably a level of complexity out there which is about as accessible to our minds as differential calculus is to bacteria.

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oh right so you’re telling me if I make a snotty comment on someone else’s blog here, and then realise 30 seconds later that I’m the arsehole and have in fact embarrassed myself, I can’t delete those comments?  wow great awesome. I am that person. I am the shitty melting face of the internet hate machine. 

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Night trees

The silhouette of trees against a waning purple,

looks inviting because looks tell lies.

A picture doesn’t show you how the sticks feel under your hands, 

or how you startle when the wind sighs

between branches.

The stars, distracted, stare at the dim mirror

of the lake; silken, as though it would taste

like liquid velvet, but it doesn’t. It tastes sour and old.

Your boots are full of damp soil, your toes encased

in sodden leather.

Your throat hurts.

You’ll never be warm again.