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wellthebardsdead · 2 months
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Nobody:
The emperor when all his other attempts at manipulation have fallen flat so it’s time to clap some cheeks:
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coffeexxcigarettes · 2 months
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Anticipation
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It's like waiting for the house to come down.
A fire burning in the basement.
We walk the floors with slippers on,
As to not scald our feet.
But we know the house will come down.
We know the fire will climb the walls.
We know this.
Yet sometimes,
When I sit alone, unable to breathe,
The smoke in my lungs and unbearable heat.
I'm grateful for your small talk..
About the weather.
x
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diari0deglierrori · 3 months
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Explaining il fantasanremo to someone who doesn’t go there makes you feel even more insane than you normally feel
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premxnitionn · 11 months
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// i'm completely caught up on all my replies and starters . . . pls clap .
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Been reporting and blocking pornbots like crazy but like... I just saw one that was a busty lady with huge fucking arms. Very muscular biceps and shoulders. For a long moment I had to ask myself if I was strong enough to pull the trigger.
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justwriteyoudummy · 1 year
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Some of that Imposter Syndrome is hitting today and it’s not fun :’)c
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sparkles-and-trash · 2 years
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Just ordered myself a doctor appointment next week, with the dude who’s been my doc since I was 3 months old and know literally anything and everything about me my stupid brain and body, I need some fucking help before my brain explodes and I’m proud of trying to take action before it is too late this time actually
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streamsofstardust · 2 years
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no better time to do a 2.5 mile charity walk in nyc than when it's cold and rainy
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captainsaltypear · 4 months
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IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR
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crustaceousfaggot · 2 months
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No nuance allowed. Put your nuance in the tags, I just want a yes or no answer
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hamletthedane · 3 months
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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.
I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.
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drmajalis · 2 months
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Brb going to wotc to get this card printed and included in every pre-con
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Let's just say I had a bad experience at mtg today.
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xshinina · 1 year
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*Married life playing in the background
This idea was probably funnier in my head
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protoctist · 3 months
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i know ryoko kui is a real one because she wrote 97+ chapters of a manga about fantasy ecosystems and food chains and not once did she write the phrase "survival of the fittest" (it's a bad phrase) (it's a social darwinist phrase even) (hated amongst biologists) (doesn't make sense) (darwin didn't use it) (coined by an business major) (one of the worst phrases in pop science) (no good)
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artkaninchenbau · 1 month
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A h-heartfelt reunion..?
Bonus
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indigo6f00ff · 8 months
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need to share an experience i had 30 minutes ago
(edit: thanks to @walks-the-ages for providing and reminding me to put alt text, sorry it slips my mind alot lol)
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