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i cannot speak for the male population bcus i am lesbian but i find this is not true. sure there were fuggo swimsuits in the 20s but there have been fuggo swimsuits in basically every era.

like cmon many of these r cute u guys just lack imagination. & i’m a girl who actually prefers 1910s or 30s fashion to 20s. open ur eyes & see the truth

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looks inside procrastination -> it's anxiety -> looks inside anxiety -> it's fear -> looks inside fear -> it's shame

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i have a youtube video about the use of jumpscares in horror games playing in the background while I work, and it reminded me of the single worst jumpscare i've ever experienced, which happened while I was playing a little game I like to call... Google Maps. (you play Google Maps by turning on street view, zooming in to somewhere that looks interesting, and clicking on any 360 photo views that people might have uploaded. i have spent many hours of my life playing Google Maps)

Anyway, spin this guy around to see something that legitimately made me jump so hard that I damn near threw my drink across the room

(more info under the cut if you're worried about what you'll see)

there's a fish very close to the camera

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“the possibility of rejection is essential to forming deep relationships with people” - chanté joseph for british vogue

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okay but faggots: you have got to get more covid conscious. you realize public health is your heritage right? ACTUP NY still exists, still does AIDS activism, and requires masks at their actions because they acknowledge covid as an active threat to people living with HIV/AIDS and other health conditions. did you know the CDC says that being a minority puts you at higher risk for severe covid? and like fuck the CDC but maybe they're onto something there?

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"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."

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i got a really important clown doll while i was visiting new york. he was ten american dollars and he has at least seven ghosts in him

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Ooh your quilts are so fun I wanna try quilting but idk where to start. Any tips?

DO I HAVE TIPS ON QUILTING NO BUT I DO HAVE OPINIONS:

THINGS DON'T ACTUALLY HAVE TO LINE UP TO LOOK GOOD

CUT THOSE PIECES FREEHAND

IF ANYONE TELLS YOU TO HIDE YOUR TAILS TELL THEM WHERE THEY CAN PUT THEIRS

MANY TYPES OF QUILTS; ALL EQUALLY WARM

UPHOLSTERY FABRIC LOOKS SLAY BUT DOESN'T DRAPE THE SAME. BE AWARE OF THIS AT LEAST.

AT THE END OF THE DAY WE'RE ALL MAKING QUILTS TO LOVE THE PEOPLE WE LOVE AND WRAP THEM IN OUR LOVE AND KEEP THEM IN COMFORT

THIS SHIT WILL LAST A LONG TIME ACTUALLY. THERE'S FABRIC ON THIS PLANET THAT HAS AND WILL CONTINUE TO OUTLAST US. FILL EVERY FIBER WITH LOVE, JUST IN CASE.

HOPE THAT HELPS

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I am going to [remembers that jokes about suicide are detrimental to myself and others] Scarborough Fair.

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But there’s something else I want to suggest here, and it’s to stop thinking about time entirely. Or, at least, to stop thinking about time as something consistent. We all know that time can be stretchy or compressed—we’ve experienced hours that plodded along interminably and those that whisked by in a few breaths. We’ve had days in which we got so much done we surprised ourselves and days where we got into a staring contest with the to-do list and the to-do list didn’t blink. And we’ve also had days that left us puddled on the floor and days that left us pumped up, practically leaping out of our chairs. What differentiates these experiences isn’t the number of hours in the day but the energy we get from the work. Energy makes time.

Here’s a concrete example, and perhaps a familiar one: someone is so busy with work and caretaking that they don’t make time for their art. At the end of the day they’re too tired to write or paint or make music or whathaveyou. So they don’t. Days, then weeks go by. They are more and more tired. They are getting less and less done. They take a mental health day and catch up on sleep but the exhaustion persists. Their overwhelm grows larger, becomes intolerable. The usual tactics don’t work. The catapult trundles closer.

Then one day they say fuck it all. They eat leftover pasta over the sink, drop mom off at her mahjongg game, and go sit in the park to draw. They draw for hours, until the sun goes down and they’re squinting under the street lights. And, lo and behold, the next day they plow through all those lingering to-dos. They see clearly that half of them were unnecessary when before they all seemed critical. They recognize a few others as things better handed off to their peers. They suddenly find time for attending to that one project they’d been procrastinating on for weeks. They sleep better. Their skin looks great. (Okay I might be exaggerating on that last one, but only mildly.)

It turns out, not doing their art was costing them time, was draining it away, little by little, like a slow but steady leak. They had assumed, wrongly, that there wasn’t enough time in the day to do their art, because they assumed (because we’re conditioned to assume) that every thing we do costs time. But that math doesn’t take energy into account, doesn’t grok that doing things that energize you gives you time back. By doing their art, a whole lot of time suddenly returned. Their art didn’t need more time; their time needed their art.

I’m using art here, because in my experience, most people have something shaped like that in their lives—some thing that when neglected siphons time and energy away but when attended to delivers it in droves. But you can substitute art for whatever activity or habit leaves you more energized, gives you that time back: puzzle night with your BFFs, organizing your colleagues, working a shift at the community garden, baking cookies for the block party, going to the woods, touching grass and all that.

The question to ask with all those things isn’t, “how do I make time for this?” The answer to that question always disappoints, because that view of time has it forever speeding away from you. The better question is, how does doing what I need make time for everything else?

Energy makes time, Mandy Brown

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Marie Kondo really isnt fucking around

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it IS spooky season. to me.

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they should make a version of socializing that doesn’t make you feel like you’re still the weird 12 year old kid that doesn’t know why she’s not normal like the other kids

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I used to have a recurring dream for years that my grandma's backyard had holes slowly opening up as the dirt begin to collapse in on an old cellar. I never saw anything down there, but always had the impression that something about the cellar was evil. Finally thought to tell her about it as an adult and she just said "oh yeah we covered an old cellar with that shed back there because I kept having nightmares about it"

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Egrets at a lake :3

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how am i supposed to function under these conditions [sleepy]

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recently my elderly shattered-up phone started letting me charge it to 107% which I've been using to get let's just say a little bit extra out of it on long days