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created some home decor inspo with my personal favs aesthetics 😭💘 what do u think? it's my first attempt so be kind :3

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and this is what I call the sociological importance of the study of etymology and semantics, thanks y'all

The English words related to tool follow the patriarchal dichotomy of sex-based task assignment: the inside of a house, the female realm, and the outside, male sphere of activity. Housework, tasks performed inside a house, are "women's work," while tasks performed outside are "men's work." This division of labor is meaningful to English speakers even though they may not be conscious of its existence. Men use tools, instruments (with the exception of a few musical instruments), implements, machines, and gizmos outside. Women use utensils, appliances, and gadgets inside. In English, we speak of kitchen utensils, kitchen appliances, and kitchen gadgets—used by women, they are not considered tools. A search of the tools listed in Roget's International Thesaurus (1977) reveals only a few items stereotypically used by women (tweezers, nail file, bread knife, scissors), but numerous names for equipment reserved to the male sphere specifying types of drill, clutch, saw, plane, hammer, and wrench. Recently, though, KitchenAid has begun to advertise one of its mixers as a POWER TOOL, a tactic that blurs the boundary between the two experiential domains. Its actual effect, however, reenforces the barrier. Because women are leaving their interior domain for the male domain of "real" work, the ad imports the [+ male] phrase, power tool, and applies it to the equipment women use in a kitchen. Nothing has to change but the label applied to the objects women use; our "domain" remains the kitchen.

Man, the anthropologists tell us, distinguishes himself from other animals by his use of tools. Any object restricted to male use and ownership is a "tool," whether it's language, a hammer, or a penis. Men speak of their penises as tools, and describe their activity in heterosexual intercourse as "screwing," "nailing," "banging," "reaming," "drilling," and "hammering." So intense is the male obsession with their "tools" and females as containers or holes they penetrate that any two objects suggestive of that description, for example, electrical outlets and plugs, nuts and bolts, will have the metaphor imposed upon them. The essential distinction of PUD [Patriarchal Universe of Discourse] is the one which identifies the FUCKER and the FUCKEE.

-Julia Penelope, Speaking Freely: Unlearning the Lies of the Fathers’ Tongues

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Gustave Doré's illustrations of Dante's Inferno, 1861

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random stuff from the past few months

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In the embrace of the fog, my soul finds peace.

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this aesthetic is going to kill me

Marc Fishman - La belle dame sans merci

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Just finished this breathtaking journey into the amazing universe of Game of Thrones. I hadn't felt so fond of a TV series in a very long time but man this is waaay too beautiful, it's definitely going to get my personal first place.

There are many other characters and stories that deserved to be included in this post but here are some of my favourites.

I think I've loved everything about this show and there hasn't been a single episode that has disappointed me (despite the general critics about season eight). The unexpected twists in plot, the complexity and beauty of every single protagonist, the appealing magic of the unknown, the darkest sides of the social hierarchy. The consequences of generosity, loyalty, deep love and honesty that repeatedly collide with the side effects of hatred, greed, egoism, fear.

I will forever be grateful to myself for taking the first step into this incredible journey some months ago. And for those of you who haven't had the chance to see this masterpiece yet, well, get to work! You definitely won't regret it. <3

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this action will have consequences... 🦋🌪

Life is Strange will forever hold a really special place inside my heart. These videogames are absolute masterpieces.

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my future love will be the matchstick

to my heart bloated with gasoline.

my future love will turn me on

a never-ending boiling fire

yet undergoing no kind of pain.

my future love will be abundance

in my poisoned, infertile soil

the climbing sapling that will sprout

in the blooming season of my mind.

my future love has now appeared

right at the locked gate of my soul

without a whisper it bravely broke

the silver chains, the spikes of gold

and made its way inside, so soft.

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🌤💓

L'ESTATE.

Un periodo dell'anno che sembra così bello, a volte può sancire l'inizio di un percorso molto, molto difficile.

Disturbo d'ansia.

Depressione grave.

Il tracollo.

Tachicardia, dispnea, crisi di pianto e attacchi di panico dovuti all'ansia.

Tagli e pensieri suicidi dovuti alla depressione.

Il primo pensiero che ti viene la mattina appena ti svegli, è quello di andare a dormire la sera.

Prendersi cura di sé? Scordatelo.

Studiare o lavorare? Scordatelo.

Uscire con gli amici? Scordatelo.

Vivere? S-C-O-R-D-A-T-E-L-O.

Vivere? Vivere? Aspetta. Forse sì. Forse la depressione è vivere.

La depressione è vivere, in un corpo che combatte per sopravvivere, con una mente che cerca di morire.

Perché la vita, a volte, ferisce più della morte.

La mente, però, cerca di morire cercando sollievo nelle cose più brutte.

Come nei video gore, ad esempio.

Ti stai chiedendo cosa sono?

Beh, sono quei video in cui le persone muoiono. Muoiono male, molto male.

E tu ridi. Ti fa stare bene. Ti diverte vedere gli altri morire perché tu, in fondo, sei già morto dentro.

Oppure?

Oppure cosa?

Oppure far parte di un forum in cui ci si scambiano consigli su come suicidarsi. E tu sei felice nel vedere gli altri che lo fanno.

O magari ci cadi anche tu. E ti studi 10 pagine intere su come ammazzarti con il nitrito di sodio.

Sai, ho sempre pensato di non poter mai vedere la luce in fondo al tunnel.

Ma per fortuna quella luce è arrivata.

Un angelo esile, leggiadro, armonioso e delicato che solo allungando la sua mano verso il mio cuor ormai distrutto, è riuscito a prenderlo e a risistemarlo.

E così ha fatto con la testa.

Non ha usato magie, non ha fatto niente di concreto.

È stato il suo modo d'essere, il suo sguardo, il suo affetto.

Mi ha salvato.

Ma questo l'angelo non vuole capirlo.

Sembra come se non riesca a rendersi conto di essere stato lui a salvarmi.

Oppure, guardandola dal lato migliore, magari era già sicuro di riuscire a salvarmi. Forse è per quello che non vuole sentirselo dire, perché in cuor suo, lo sa già.

Ora inizia una nuova vita.

I mostri cattivi sono andati via.

L'angelo li ha sconfitti.

In fondo.. beh, non puoi tornare indietro e cambiare l'inizio. Ma puoi iniziare dove sei e cambiare il finale.

Perché cambiare è la regola della vita. E quelli che guardano solo al passato o al presente, certamente perderanno il futuro.

TIME

FOR

CHANGE

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there is nothing more satisfying than finding the right person after a long suffered toxic relationship.

the person who follows you, no matter what, in your process of healing. not pushing you, not fighting for you, but simply holding your hand and standing by your side. accepting your scars and being proud of your strength.

nothing more satisfying that finding yourself again, being able to feel things that you thought you were never going to experience again, because you were too broken, too fragile, too frightened.

nothing better than living in the moment. not in the shadows of your past, nor in the insecurity of your already messed up future. just being present, alive, reborn.

nothing happier than this.

I'm glad to my life and to myself, for giving me a second chance. I'm glad to my person, for having appeared right here, right now. for giving me a lot of what I was sure I had forever lost.

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nolite te bastardes carborundorum, bitches.

The Handmaid's Tale, season 1

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photography isn't important,

photography is everything

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40122

bologna, italy

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I’ve never aspired to be more than a dreamer.

I paid no attention to those who spoke to me of living.

I’ve always belonged to what isn’t where I am and to what I could never be.

Whatever isn’t mine,

no matter how base,

has always had poetry for me.

-Fernando Pessoa

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Nell'anno del Signore, by Luigi Magni (1969)

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night and dawn in Berlin, Deutschland