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My year of swag and resurrection

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I viscerally get both Noah and Martha from Dark because I too have been known to have a doomed somehow forbidden and obsessive relationship with a melancholic white boy from time to time

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Louis Hofmann as Jonas Kahnwald DARK  s2x06

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You were given teeth. Use them now and use them wisely.

i liked this ask so much i made it into a sign

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the entire budget of the US military should be reallocated to insect research

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no shade to anyone but i will never understand how a job where you comfortably sit in front of a computer (something i do in my free time) pays more than a job where you're on your feet all day long to take care of the sick, the elderly, the children or serving food, or cleaning... those jobs are literally necessary for us as a species to survive, steve sitting on his zoom meetings talking about fictional numbers is however not

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New Zealand by Dawn Chapman 

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The Left Hand of Darkness

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getting ready for my first artfight

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"They come in twos. You come in twos. You and you. Kill your double."

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Elisabeth needs to believe Paradise is close.

Jonas never believed in it. It doesn’t matter. Martha needs him, whether he’s damned to Hell or not.

For Hanno — belief is beside the point. He needs no holy land. Adam promised him two lovers. Paradise is milk and honey, and he’s tasted both already.

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ok i've sorted all my gender stuff. time to get back to what's really important: thinking about Dark

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everyone should delete tiktok except this guy i wanna be alone with them

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biblically accurate haymitch abernathy

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Rae Spoon, “God Failure”, from Gender Failure, Arsenal Pulp Press, 2014:

[“In our house, it was only the girls who had to clean. At first I thought it was based on age because my sister and I were older, but as both of my brothers’ ninth birthday came and went, I noticed that they hadn’t been inducted into the world of household chores like we had. It made no sense to me. The boys used the toilet as much as we did and, as I had observed in my weekly cleaning missions, made more of a mess of it. As soon as I could reach into the kitchen sink, washing the dinner dishes was added to my list of chores. I could see where this was going. Soon we would be doing everything for the men around us— just like our mother.

Instead of thinking too much about my impending womanhood, I often ran to a ravine located on the hill above our house, the only place nearby that was covered in trees. I would run through it at full speed by myself, often picking up a stick to use as a sword so I could battle invisible opponents or take whacks at the underbrush. I would pick through the burnt remains of beer cans and cigarette butts in the cold ashes of the covert fires that teenagers had partied around on the weekend. I craved the unbridled freedom of acting how I wanted. Hot blood would rush through my body. I felt lighter the more I ran. I would go there to throw it off. I knew that it was something I was bad at, that I had to try at. It followed me wherever there were eyes to notice. Soon, though, I was back at the dinner table praying over a meal and being told that someday I would be someone’s wife. Growing up felt like a waterfall that was far off in the distance but unavoidable because I could never pull myself out of the water. The current was too strong. I didn’t want to grow up to be a woman where everyone could see me. I wanted to live in a ravine, in a tree fort by myself.

[…] The thing about failing as a girl is that I did want to succeed. I wanted to be liked and accepted like anyone, but it wasn’t like learning to play the guitar or to rollerblade. It was something that was always just out of my reach, something I could never really learn to do well, no matter how much I practiced.”]

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You can use the strength of someone else’s desires to absolve you of your own. But watch out!

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man, The Character really strikes me as someone who would struggle with Same Problems I Have, for no apparent reason