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you will look at my one painting. it’s 1914
This creature goes munch, crunch
New local scandal is an old woman who will walk down to her mailbox in her robe, then, when no cars are driving by, lay down next to her mailbox as if she’s fallen or been hit by a car. Tourists will stop, help her up, and walk her to her house. Then, after they leave, she’ll repeat this until she’s bored with it.
Her neighbors have called the cops a bunch but have been told that it’s not illegal to fake being an old lady in peril so soft-hearted tourists or newcomers are nice to you. One of the neighbors sometimes yells “oh, get up, Lois!” at her. But overall local sentiment is that this is at least somewhat enviable levels of not giving a fuck.
the post I stole this from got reblog turned off but I wanted to rb it so here
let’s be bear hugged by mama (literally)
acrylic on canvas 40 * 50 cm «quiet and noisy»2020
“No homo” cries the team at the dig site. The head archaeologist sinks to his knees, sobbing. He has dedicated his entire career to the pursuit of homo habilis, an important part of the hominid evolutionary line. All his work led up to this archaeological dig site. But now, his whole life has been for nothing. There is no homo….there is only Australopithecus.
I read this to a group of archaeologists and they completely lost their shit
I’ve ranted about this before, but if I hear one more person tell me as a disabled, chronically ill person that I “need reset my vagus nerve” and they suggest a magnesium bath soak and what is essentially chamomile tea mixed with a laxative to fix it, I refuse to be held responsible for my actions.
“Your vagus nerve has stopped working,” worstie, that’s called death.
Oh hey, this reminds me of the time I wrote thisssss:
Stop Recommending Therapy Like It’s a Magic Bean That’ll Grow Me a Beanstalk to Neurotypicaltown
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the amount of lawsuits these exploited children are going to be filing 20 years from now is going to be crazy and im all for it
wait who was gonna remind me how hard it is to understand space terms you’ve never heard of in gaeilge before. because like, in english i can just be like ‘ oh yeah astrophysics is just astro and physics combined! i can work out what that is! ‘ but if it’s in gaeilge i can’t connect stuff for SHIT. omfg i’m so cooked pls this book doesn’t even have a glossary at the end, i’m gonna have to search it all up.
wait who was gonna remind me how hard it is to understand space terms you’ve never heard of in gaeilge before. because like, in english i can just be like ‘ oh yeah astrophysics is just astro and physics combined! i can work out what that is! ‘ but if it’s in gaeilge i can’t connect stuff for SHIT. omfg i’m so cooked pls this book doesn’t even have a glossary at the end, i’m gonna have to search it all up.
i dont even know where the bit ends and i begin
i'm listening to gathering moss, by robin wall kimmerer, and she is talking about a very odd job she was consigned to do, where an eccentric millionaire recuited her to consult on a "habitat restoration". when she arrives, the job they actually want her to do is to tell them how to plant mosses on the rocks in his garden. he wants it to look like a specific, beautiful wild cliff in the woods nearby, with centuries-old beds of moss growing thick and strong. she tells him it is impossible. such a thing would take decades to accomplish.
later, she is called back to look at the progress of the moss garden and is amazed by the thick, well-established mosses. how did they do it? she asks.
then they take her out to the woods and show her that they have been blasting huge chunks of rock out of the cliff, packaging them in burlap, and moving them to the owner's garden.
This quote really got me: "The owner is a man who loves mosses, and the exercise of power. I have no doubts of his sincerity in wishing to protect them from harm, once they conformed to his landscape design. But I think you cannot own a thing and love it at the same time. Owning diminishes the sovreignty of a thing, enriching the possessor and diminishing the possessed. If he truly loved mosses more than control, he would have left them alone, and walked each day to see them."
- Gathering Moss by Robin Wall Kimmerer
Someone will say "as a queer person in the heart of empire, my life is in danger every day" and you'll find out they're a developer for Amazon and live in San Francisco or Seattle or some shit, and then you'll meet a trans girl from Alva, OK who's like "Yeah, things are pretty good. AutoZone moved me to full-time."
Someone in a queer group in my current blue city said that they didn't like expressions of solidarity because it "diluted their oppression".
#That's what I mean when I say the foundation of feminism and queer community should not fixate on victimhood #Once you feel that our suffering is our shared experience an not our love then our suffering becomes vital to the culture #I don't want a culture where suffering is vital #I want a culture where love is celebrated #The suffering is an imposition not a prerequisite #And yeah I sure fucking hope our oppression is diluted bitch you WANT us freebasing the uncut shit???