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What's shadowbanning?

It means that my blog doesn’t appear in search results, I can’t send or receive DMs, if I interact with a post I don’t show up in the notes of that post, I don’t get notified if someone else tags me in a post, and any post that I tag won’t show up in the tags (like if I post art, and tag it “asoiaf art” it won’t show up in that tag). Basically, my blog is still here, but it’s been made nearly invisible. It’s like banning someone without completely kicking them off the site. Most of the time, it’s just a glitch, where your blog accidentally gets marked like this. I sent a report to tumblr about it a few days ago, I’m still waiting for them to get back to me.

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tumblr pls unshadowban me, I won’t make anymore unhinged qhorin/mance posts, I pwomise 🥺

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CATS IN ART / sketches from life by shen zhou (ca. 1427–1509) / relaxation (al istirkha’) by inji efflatoun (c. 1950s) / the cat talked by midori yamada (2011) / cats on a red cloth by franz marc (c. 1909–10) / sarcophagus of prince thutmose’s cat (ca. 1400 BCE) / contentment by henriette ronner-knip (1900) / sleeping cat by claude monet (1896) / mademoiselle julie manet with cat by auguste renoir (1887) / tomb of may (ca. 1500 BCE)

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what's a non-covid reason that you like wearing a mask for? mine is that it hides my mouth-breathing on long flights of stairs

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A sun god for the summer solstice

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sound on

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My Brother is Going to Live! - Fish in Fridge

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“You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how, you love. There is courage in that.”

— Biance Sparacino (How To Ruin Your Life Without Even Noticing That You Are)

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giovanni’s room, james baldwin

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“Beauty and the Beast”, by Angela Barrett

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babyyyy

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SPIRITED AWAY (2001) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

Once you’ve met someone you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return.

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Loving Vincent (2017) dir. Dorota Kobiela, Hugh Welchman

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“Tell him that the old powers are waking, that he faces giants and wargs and worse. Tell him that the trees have eyes again.“

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What are some of your favorite poems/pieces of writing?

general disclaimer that im much less well-read as my carefully curated internet persona might lead on... but these are some pieces of writing that make up the mycelium network of my mind’s undergrowth:

tim riggins speaks of waterfalls - nico alvarado

as from a quiver of arrows - carl phillips 

what the dragon said: a love story - c. valente

hunting season - steven chung

yes, think - ruth stone

from blossom - li-young lee

psalm - dorianne laux

sleeping in hte forest - mary oliver

percy wakes me (fourteen) - mary oliver

here there are blueberries - mary szybist

try to praise the mutilated world - adam zagajewski

de profundis - christina rosetti

new bones - lucille clifton

morning love poem - tara skurtu

forfeiting my mystique - kaveh akbar

that kind of good - natalie wee

the mower - philip larkin

valentine - carol ann duffy

happiness from paul schmidtberger’s design flaws of the human condition

we ate the birds - margaret atwood

i want to tell you yes - kallie falandays

ode to buttoning and unbuttoning my shirt - ross gay

not the beloved from anne carson’s erso the bittersweet

after the movie - marie howe

accident report in the tall, tall weeds - ada limón

in tennessee i found a firefly - mary szybist

when i put my hands on your body - david wojnarowicz

the mystery of grocery carts - john olson

your night is of lilac - mahmoud darwish

a dead thing that, in dying, feeds the living - donika kelly

please read - mary ruefle

dudes, we did not go through the hassle of getting these fake ids for this jukebox to not have any springsteen - hanif andurraquib

we lived happily during the war - ilya kaminsky

while the child sleeps - ilya kaminsky

the forgotten dialect of the heart - jack gilbert

what the living do - marie howe

eleven - sandra cisneros

revolutionary letter #4 - diane di prima

elegy for my sadness - chen chen

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are you a latte or cappuccino person? apartment or house? spring, summer, autumn or winter? fruits or veggies? cafes or restaurants? dark or light colors?