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the thing about getting out of the torment nexus is that you do start thinking "man if you ignore the torment i used to have a lot of fun in the torment nexus"

#slvr

cryptotheism

They found a fossilized neanderthal dream in a hollow stump in Poland. And yes, it can be fermented into alcohol to gain his cave memories.

can some midwesterners weigh in: why does everyone in mn listen to country music? is it just because I work in construction? maybe this is a stupid thing to be shocked by but since moving here it’s really thrown me for a loop like does the Midwest not have its own popular genres or what. ever since the weather got nice i hear it all the time from peoples car windows it’s everywhere. i was so sure i was done listening to this shit

032elapsed

'ain't captchas supposed to be easy'

almoststardust

The Westbury Horse, 1939 by Eric Ravilious

Train Landscape, 1940 by Eric Ravilious

papayajuan2019

i love the whole world violently. and i dont want to go to work

nevver

Black dog, Francisco Rodriguez

exhaled-spirals

“For Juan José Saer, Don Quixote is an epic hero because he is uninterested in whether his mission of justice will succeed or fail: ‘This is the essential point that must be retained,’ says Saer; ‘that the clear or muddled awareness of the ineluctability of failure in every human enterprise is something fundamentally opposed to the moral of the epic.’ Compare this to Stevenson’s remark: 'Our mission in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in the best of spirits.’”

— Alberto Manguel, A Reading Diary

yorhaw

rulers-make-bad-lovers

“The real damage is done by those millions who want to ‘survive.’ The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonising their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves—or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.”

— Sophie Scholl (9 May 1921 – 22 February 1943), an anti-Nazi political activist, executed for high treason at the age of 21. (via kuanios)