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NASA
trying on a metaphor
Jules of Nature
cherry valley forever

Kaledo Art
will byers stan first human second
almost home
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸

pixel skylines

oozey mess
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
noise dept.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
occasionally subtle
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When do I know Iâm Spider-Man?
You wonât. Thatâs all it is, Miles⌠a leap of faith.
Miles walks to the edge of the roof, the wind buffeting⌠and LEAPS! The camera is UPSIDE DOWN. Miles isnât falling through frame. Heâs RISING.
â Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse Screenplay
Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse sweeps the 2018-19 Award Season for Best Animated FeatureÂ
my uterus realizing we arenât having a baby after building up a lining for three weeks:
kiss me when youâre cumming so i know its real

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well that fucked me up
Uchihas passing around eyeballs like a joint
Oh, my. Everyone, come quick! ItâsâŚÂ Oh, itâsâŚ
Happy New Year
You can only reblog once a year
Dec 30th on leap years

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lol our society is so structured on binaries that people think cats are the opposite of dogs
we also regard dogs as âmasculineâ and cats as âfeminineâ to the point that itâs âweirdâ for men to love cats, women and gay men are stereotyped as liking cats, and creepiest of all, cats are stereotyped as âsexyâ animals
Im 100% grossed out by this
this fits into my confusion as to why itâs perfectly acceptable to hate cats but blasphemy to hate dogs
That last comment just fucked me up
Jesus
This is so satisfying to watch
I cannot even begin to express how much videos like these make me want to touch molten glass
What they donât tell you about prolonged periods of introspection and careful observation is the harm that can come from being totally alone in that process, with no one to remind you that feeling, learning, watching, and healing are communal. When lonesome thought is fetishized, you feel obligated to suffer in silence, to see all struggles as individual rather than collective. You tell yourself that maybe youâre just growing apart from things you thought you knew, that youâre not doing healing right, and this must mean youâre just inadequate. And at some point, you obsess over this cultivated lifestyle of being quiet, small, and invisible as a means of personal protection that you feel forgotten about and in the end, you have no one but yourself to blame.
Sometimes I wish I could speak and write like I used to. But the more I see and interpret, the less I speak because I become increasingly aware of my own mental boundaries as well as the structural limitations I didnât want to know existed. And the less I speak, the more I simply think myself into non-existence â or at least, what feels the closest to thinking but not really living.
What does it mean to be seen without desiring all of the accompanying narcissism that attaches itself to forms of recognition? Iâve been thinking and re-thinking the politics of recognition for almost exactly half of a year. Recognition is something so paradoxical to me, and thinking about it is bound to drive you to a point in your mental health where any mention of soap-bathing, bubble-blowing âself-careâ rituals make you want to disappear a little more with each passing day. I wonder what it does to a person to ponder alienation in alienation for this long, in addition to all of the recognition rituals that compensate for it. My heart hurts just trying to wrap my mind around that.
I grabbed coffee with a friend I admire so much yesterday, and I asked her if she was feeling this way, too. She said something I knew to be true, but so desperately needed to hear and be reassured by: âEveryone is feeling this way. This feeling is political, not just personal. It permeates daily life and itâs only getting worse and worse.â And I can feel it all the way from Egypt to the United States, the two places I keep escaping for each other only to find myself retreating again for the other. The current global crisis in capital that is building up is wreaking havoc on so many of us in the most insidious ways imaginable. But even attempting to communicate this is difficult and frightening because alienation is so often strategically pathologized, misdiagnosed as âdepressionâ, and written off as individual suffering. And so, we all suffer in silence.
Everyone battles their own inner demons, and as much as I want them to be happy, the battle is theirs to conquer. Any moment I can manage to get a genuine smile or laugh out of them, you bet I will indulge in that moment đ

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Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9 I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear? Dr. Seussâ How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000)