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The goddess Kali in Tampaksiring, Indonesia - by Wisata tampaksiring
#they would have covered her breast if it was India#it really soeaks for itself#speaks*#what a badass idol tho#it makes me feel so good about being a women smh
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but where is the FUN in this????? ofcourse religious and caste politics is way more important than the future!
Oh btw y'all I think we need to talk more about Sonam Wangchuk's hunger strike for climate change activism and tribal justice
#news are entertainment shows now#and social media are doing more news#like yt journalists#much better than normal actual ones
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forever stuck in these love/hate feelings for him>>>
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Helmut Moik (Austrian,b. 1956)
The Ever-watchful Pelican (Dalmation Pelican), 2003
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idk if it’s the mental illness but sharing literally any information feels like oversharing. i’ll be like “i skipped breakfast this morning” and immediately im like “i might as well have told them where i buried the money”
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Casually dreams about mummy abusing me and everyone enjoying ir ignoring that shitshow💀
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OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
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I wear insanity like second skin
I'd never admit that chaos has long sunk into my skin,
runs in my blood and makes my mind my prison
I'd never admit that my wrath is wrapped around my soul
and tears lay frozen in it's depths
I'd never admit that I'm terrified of looking at the mirror
I'd never admit that beneath the monster's skin I wear
there's a little girl who's still haunted by her nightmares
I'd never tell a soul,
I'd never admit to myself
that when all's said and done,
when my battle with the world ends,
when I sit alone and tend to my wounds,
I'm still a delicate soul
fractured even by little words
I'd never tell , never admit to a soul
in darkness, far from prying eyes
I weep like a little girl.
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