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no animal was harmed during the making of this video. not one. for the few minutes that we were shooting film, the guns of each hunter fell silent. the industrial bolt throwers observed a moment's peace and the jaws of every predator hung softly open. no fish bit any hook and the bait worms held off on drowning only until the cameras stopped. the tails of ruminants ceased to flick just as their attendant flies, in unison, landed on their flanks to catch their tiny breaths. a spider instantly stopped winding silk around a wasp, patiently waiting for the caesura to end. a young veterinarian paused with the syringe in their hand. somewhere, a colicky baby stopped biting its mother's nipple and nursed happily for the very first time. we're sorry. we're sorry it couldn't have been longer. we didn't know this would happen.
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rip house, you would’ve loved buzzfeed quizzes
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To the bold ff.net user in 2013 who tried to write Moby-Dick from the whale’s perspective, please get back here you were cooking
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possession horror where the thing possessing the autistic character causes them to behave in a more neurotypical way. autistic possession horror where the thing inside you is easier to communicate with than you are, the thing inside you doesn’t have a flat affect, the thing inside you doesn’t let your body stim, the thing inside you is how you were told to behave and you can only do it when you are no longer you. autistic possession horror where you will never forget that everyone liked it better than you before they found out something was controlling you. autistic possession horror where they know what’s inside you isn’t you and debate whether it would be easier for everyone to leave you like this anyway. you agree. reblog.
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How beautiful is butch identity that it includes cis women, trans men, trans women, nonbinary people, and bruce springsteen.
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Leonid Pasternak (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work
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Leonid Pasternak (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work
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Leonid Pasternak (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work
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Leonid Pasternak (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work
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Leonid Pasternak (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work
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Leonid Pasternak (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work
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I love being friends with prostitutes and transsexuals and artists and drug dealers and perverts and queers
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Feel free to reblog to have more people to vote. Feel free to explain why you voted the way you did. DO NOT SENT ANON HATE FOR HOW PEOPLE VOTED.
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Old Man Eating Alone in a Chinese Restaurant
by Billy Collins
I am glad I resisted the temptation, if it was a temptation when I was young, to write a poem about an old man eating alone at a corner table in a Chinese restaurant.
I would have gotten it all wrong thinking: the poor bastard, not a friend in the world and with only a book for a companion. He'll probably pay the bill out of a change purse.
So glad I waited all these decades to record how hot and sour the hot and sour soup is here at Chang's this afternoon and how cold the Chinese beer in a frosted glass.
And my book — José Saramago's Blindness as it turns out — is so absorbing that I look up from its escalating horrors only when I am stunned by one of his gleaming sentences.
And I should mention the light that falls through the big windows this time of day italicizing everything it touches — the plates and teapots, the immaculate tablecloths,
as well as the soft brown hair of the waitress in the white blouse and short black skirt, the one who is smiling now as she bears a cup of rice and shredded beef with garlic to my favorite table in the corner.
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Portrait commission 🥰
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I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed.
2 Timothy 1:12
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EDVARD MUNCH— "WEEPING NUDE" | 1913-14 "WEEPING NUDE" | 1919 [oil on canvas (2) | V/D]
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