everything is ending

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[kosmogrl]

[specialnights]

Somalia. Literacy teaching. 1974.

[simena]

Francis John Wyburd (detail)

[mangonetics]

Dogs serve as a kind of virtue eater for Americans to pour all of their kindness into without the risk of improving society or being nice to someone with any agency

[spinmeround]

Jia Li , Summer Light, 2015

[unreadable]

[san-fos]

C. wearing the sea.

circa.2021

[soleilinfini]

mary oliver, staying alive

[miamlsunshine]

[mortalityplays]

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

[quasi-normalcy]

I've reached the point where cynicism is a major turn-off for me. You're not smarter than idealists, and you're not helping.

[quasi-normalcy]

Funny that the stereotypical cynic is an idealist who aged out of it. In my experience, the reverse is true. I was an extreme cynic as a teenager and then I noticed how profoundly limiting it was, and also that "cynics are cool and smart" was a message that was being constantly reinforced by corporate media for some reason.

[quasi-normalcy]

#yes! cynicism reads as very juvenile to me#and yes prev often stemming from teen pain

Yeah, like I see black-pilled people on here and my default reaction isn't "oh, these must be world-weary old warriors who've lost their faith in humanity", it's "these people are in their 20s and need a hobby"

[quasi-normalcy]

I also think that the present era has proven that authoritarian leaders don't actually want a population of wide-eyed idealists, they want a population of jaded assholes who are convinced that everyone is lying, any resistance is either a scam or doomed to failure, and nothing can ever get better.

[forest-woman]

[achillesinhighheels]

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

paintings by Alyssa Monks

[ladeviant]

Artem Rohovyi - Symphony of Branches gouache on paper

[unpainting]

Singularity by Marie Howe

Do you sometimes want to wake up to the singularity we once were?

so compact nobody needed a bed, or food or money—

nobody hiding in the school bathroom or home alone

pulling open the drawer where the pills are kept.

For every atom belonging to me as good Belongs to you.   Remember? There was no   Nature.    No  them.   No tests to determine if the elephant grieves her calf    or if

the coral reef feels pain.    Trashed oceans don’t speak English or Farsi or French;

would that we could wake up   to what we were —when we were ocean    and before that to when sky was earth, and animal was energy, and rock was liquid and stars were space and space was not

at all—nothing

before we came to believe humans were so important before this awful loneliness.

Can molecules recall it? what once was?    before anything happened?

No I, no We, no one. No was No verb      no noun only a tiny tiny dot brimming with

is is is is is

All   everything   home

[lujinarchive]

Katara and Sokka