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I dont have my ipad for a couple days but i had to get this idea down somewhere

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I drew this for mahiru’s birthday but I wasn’t as active on tumblr so…

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Inner turmoil

His suppressed emotions

"Everything is okay. I just have to endure work a little longer and one day it'll all pay off. I don't hear any inner screams and I'm doing well. This weird MILGRAM thing is just a reality TV show. Everything will be alright… right?"

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the moon is a lesbian and she hates terfs

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While I do have some odd hobbies this recommendation is a bit much.

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i havent been on my computer in a week what do i used this for again

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almost got it right partner

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Ivan

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I think we should put the 09sys in a timeloop and see what happens

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What draws me to Egon Schiele's self-portraits is that they almost perfectly capture the disconnect, the struggle for liberation between the body and the soul (or the self?). He masterfully depicts the distorted chaos that arises when the body fights for dominance over the self, while the soul tries to claw its way out of the flesh.

This rupture between body and self doesn't feel like just a stylistic choice — it feels existential. The figure is emaciated, twisted, often staring directly at us with unsettling awareness. It is hyper-aware of its own skin, its own edges, as if trying to understand or escape the limits of its form. The body is no longer a sanctuary but a cage. The soul is no longer a resident but a renegade. Muscles don’t relax; they contract, grip and resist. The hands claw or tremble. The spines bend unnaturally. The eyes accuse, plead and surrender.

It seems as if Schiele didn't just paint himself — he painted the experience of being himself. Of inhabiting a body that often refuses to cooperate with the self’s desires. His self-portraits seem like moments frozen in the act of becoming or unbecoming.

musings on Schiele's Self Portraits

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An archivist found a long forgotten 8mm film reel in an old metal box, marked “Philippines 1942”. Thinking it was lost WWII footage, he sent it in to be restored/digitized. When he got the footage back, he found puppies instead (via)

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0910 milgram!!!!!!!!!! Platonic or romantic i love them

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The human body's response to HRT is actually admirable in the sheer indifference. Just pure I Don't Give A Shit, I Just Fucking Work Here compliance to the new instructions. You can get testosterone injected straight into your body and it doesn't even question where that shit came from, coming back from a coffee break and just going

"Okay, everything seems to be in ord- oh fuck now what? Oh huh. Alright fine. New orders came in, cancel the menstrual cycle. Dig up the genetic balding patterns from somewhere, I don't fucking know they're buried somewhere in the dna. I'm greenlighting the growing-hair-on-your-toes thing. Yeah just cancel the ongoing maintenance processes, new orders came in so this is apparently what we're doing now."