chiggins in the sun
This is what life is about
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Color Me Curious
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chiggins in the sun
This is what life is about
oh my god
The Magical World Of Australian Mushrooms By Steve Axford
@shroomlings
I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit.
La Friducha (via ishityoun0t)
What the Water Gave Me, Frida Khalo, 1938, oil on canvas
The man who cannot visualize a horse galloping on a tomato is an idiot.
André Breton (via horse-galloping-on-a-tomato)
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
Andre Breton (via quotemadness)
“When one individual inflicts bodily injury upon another such that death results, we call the deed manslaughter; when the assailant knew in advance that the injury would be fatal, we call his deed murder. But when society places hundreds of proletarians in such a position that they inevitably meet a too early and an unnatural death, one which is quite as much a death by violence as that by the sword or bullet; when it deprives thousands of the necessaries of life, places them under conditions in which they cannot live – forces them, through the strong arm of the law, to remain in such conditions until that death ensues which is the inevitable consequence – knows that these thousands of victims must perish, and yet permits these conditions to remain, its deed is murder just as surely as the deed of the single individual; disguised, malicious murder, murder against which none can defend himself, which does not seem what it is, because no man sees the murderer, because the death of the victim seems a natural one, since the offence is more one of omission than of commission. But murder it remains.”
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Engels - Condition of the Working Class in England 1845 (via
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Murderous atrocities often go unnoticed, perhaps deliberately.
(via ecosocialization)
We close out Black History Month with Fred Hampton of the Chicago Black Panther Party on Race, Class, & Power.
Book Burning Memorial
‘In the center of Bebelplatz, a glass window showing rows and rows of empty bookshelves. The memorial commemorates the night in 1933 when 20,000 “anti-German” books were burned here under the instigation of Goebbels. There’s a plaque nearby that says something like “Where they burn books, they will also burn humans in the end.” ’
Interesting but rarely mentioned: most of the content burned that night came from the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft (institute for the science of sex) headed by Magnus Hirschfeld. The institute and Hirshfeld himself were some of the first to openly campaign for the right to have sex with someone of the same gender, the right to transition if you did not identify with your birth sex and for the general acceptance of queer people. The team had already performed the first SRS operations in Germany and in addition, the institute advocated sex education, contraception, the treatment of sexually transmitted diseases, and women’s emancipation. Photographs of the night of the book burning are plastered across history books world wide, but the queer movement that was destroyed that night often goes unmentioned.
reblogging again for that^
I’ve made hundreds of mistakes and peace with dying in my sleep but that’s what’s right for me
At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.
Frida Kahlo (via wordsnquotes)