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Michael A Davenport, 3,090 Degrees Fahrenheit (Oil on canvas, 2025)
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Kiki's Delivery Service (1989) dir. Hayao Miyazaki
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Mutual Aid Needed
hi everyone i’m von, this is my and my husband’s gofundme that he’s set up.
we’re a disabled trans couple struggling financially due to my husband needing to take off work for his mental health and my current lack of a job after a mental break and hospitalization. i’m looking, but things have been difficult.
please share and throw a couple bucks our way if you can 🫶
we both offer art commissions and i offer tarot commissions as well, please reach out for details if interested!
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Don’t give up guys. The birds will sing tomorrow morning too
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Mother and child training longsword in Chile, at the Centro Esgrima Histórica
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first base is ripping each other's throats out second base is fucking and then pretending it didn't happen after it's over. third base is falling unconscious from blood loss in the other's arms
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i'm a good boy because i'm not biting people who really deserve to be bitten and i'm not causing problems when i deserve to be causing problems and
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i hope luigi mangione is proven innocent & gets to sue a ton of companies for slander and win & i hope he gets enough money to rebuild his life and get any help for his chronic pain that he needs & i hope he’s able to disappear from the public eye entirely if that’s what he wants
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As , the United States, potentially heads into another forever war I can only think of this quote.
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propaganda i am not falling for:
always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.
beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines
pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact
beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art
sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity
treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins
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literally any upper middle class tiktok self-identified ‘that girl’ in a pastel workout set with a thirteen step skincare routine and a green juice is a million times closer to being patrick bateman irl than any self-identified sigma film bro
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getting a new puppy after dog loss
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hey! shhhh, it's okay, you're safe here. why don't you sit beside me for a little bit and catch your breath? we're on the porch and the soft breeze is tugging at our clothes. the sun is embracing the trees, and it's warm on our faces. would you like some tea, my love?
I know it's been really hard for you lately. but i want you to know that I see how hard you're trying, every single day, and i'm so so proud of you. it's not always going to feel this hard, but you can take all the time you need to figure it out as you go. you're learning how to be alive, and it's a very difficult but rewarding journey. look at the sun! the birds! the breeze! the warm tea in your hand! joy was never meant to be a crumb, even if sometimes feel like that's all it is. you're growing, even if you don't believe it. I'm very proud of you :)
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gentle reminder
the sun will rise again, and it will be beautiful, i’m sure
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