gravityeyelids | Jul. 25th, 2017

Jul. 25th, 2017

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fiightingdreamers:

tag yourself im on-line orange

I’m www.purple

I’m floppy yellow
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goddessofidiocy:

…………….i’m gay and listening
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bayrad:
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queerahim-bitch:

OH

OH
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chaos7:

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chaos7:

new aesthetic: man covered in cacti, surrounded by confused police

I don’t understand this aesthetic.

neither do the police
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weirddyke:

love is real and worth it and SO important to me it’s pretty much my entire political spiritual philosophical deal………you can be critical of how romantic love is commodified and dominated by heteronormative myths for sure but ppl out there like “love is fake” aren’t doing ANYTHING interesting or subversive……love is revolutionary bc the systems that oppress us are directly opposed to all kinds of love, interpersonal love and self love etc. they’re trying to drive it out of us. love as an action love as a choice love as something u cultivate and tend to is the best thing in the world and it’s at the absolute centre of my life
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ghostcongregation:

i wish more conspiracy theorists would really swing for the fences. ‘we never went to the moon’ = boring, pedestrian. ‘we are actually living on the moon right now, but have been programmed to think we’re on earth’ = endlessly fascinating, shimmering with possibilities
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schmergo:

Those eighteenth-century memes
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If a society puts half its children into short skirts and warns them not to move in ways that reveal their panties, while putting the other half into jeans and overalls and encouraging them to climb trees, play ball, and participate in other vigorous outdoor games; if later, during adolescence, the children who have been wearing trousers are urged to “eat like growing boys,” while the children in skirts are warned to watch their weight and not get fat; if the half in jeans runs around in sneakers or boots, while the half in skirts totters about on spike heels, then these two groups of people will be biologically as well as socially different. Their muscles will be different, as will their reflexes, posture, arms, legs and feet, hand-eye coordination, and so on. (…)

There is no way to sort the biological and social components that produce these differences. We cannot sort nature from nurture when we confront group differences in societies in which people from different races, classes, and sexes do not have equal access to resources and power, and therefore live in different environments.

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- Ruth Hubbard, The Political Nature of “Human Nature” (via kuanios)
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halleregina:

He would come to work at Bletchley Park in his pajamas and sometimes used a tie as a belt

He chained his tea mug to the radiator next to his desk because he was convinced someone would steal it due to the lack of cutlery in wartime England

He briefly brewed ale in Hut 8, the same room in which he decrypted Nazi codes, before someone higher up made him stop

He broke the chain on his bicycle and instead of fixing it or getting a new one he calculated exactly how many times he could peddle from point A to B before the whole thing fell apart.

He also refused to share this number so nobody else could use his bike.

He joined Home Guard (which was kind of like the army reserves) during World War II as a hobby because he wanted to learn how to shoot a gun, and once he learned that he straight up stopped going.

They told him if he didn’t continue with his shifts he’d be persecuted under military law, and he told them he wouldn’t be, because he had just written “NO” on the terms and conditions sheet when signing up.

He was sent to codebreak in America for awhile and he was overwhelmed by Americans being friendly and chit-chatty so he ended up talking loudly about how he’d been propositioned by a (fellow) gay man at his hotel so everyone would be weirded out and leave him be.

He had a teddy bear named Porgy he would practice his speeches to.

Honestly so much of his life was amazing and tragic but he was also just a weirdo nerd and I love him so much
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flightyfinch:

a good shirt i own and a mistake i continue to make whenever i go out in public
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megarah-moon:

There’s no words to describe the magic of a redwood forest. You only have to look, breathe, and feel.

(Sequoia Park - Eureka, California)(1/10/2016)
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walkingdorito:

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insomniac-arrest:

but you have to feel the difference in your heart

a bop is something light or something you casually enjoy. you don’t mind it/it’s cute in the moment.

a banger is something goes hard (some times unnecessarily) can invoke deep emotions. can fizzle out after some time has passed.

a jam is something that can be considered as nostalgic. it is a song that is a personal anthem, no matter what you are going through you just respond to it. it is immortal.
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aquadonia:

accio-shitpost:

there’s a portrait of cedric diggory in the hufflepuff common room.

nobody knows who painted it. the other houses speculate, but the hufflepuffs know not to ask, because that’s not really what’s important.

it’s one of the moving ones, of course. sometimes cedric isn’t in it - it’s said that the portrait has a twin, over amos diggory’s fireplace, and cedric always loved his father. but he’s there enough, smiling down at the hufflepuffs who congregate in the common room, watching them as they go about their lives.

the portrait is by the door, next to one of the overstuffed yellow chairs. students sit there to talk to cedric, with some modicum of privacy. at first, it was his friends, the people who knew him and miss him and love him. but as time went on it became those who knew him by reputation. kids seeking advice, help with homework. someone to talk to, on a long and cold night. gradually, he became a legend, spoke in hushed whispers to the first-years as they came in. if you’re ever in trouble, talk to cedric. he’ll always help you.

after the battle of hogwarts, when the furniture was mended and the new students hesitantly made their way in, there was another portrait next to it, of hufflepuff’s favoured daughter. tonks, known by one name only, blew painted bubbles from her world of acrylic and canvas. while students came to cedric for help and advice, they came to tonks to ask questions. she would tell the most wicked stories, and some of them were even true. when someone needed cheering up, when they were wanting to brainstorm their next epic prank, they went to tonks.

she wasn’t always there, either. another portrait above a cot, where a baby with shocking blue hair could look at it and laugh. but when she was, she was always happy to have people come to her. when they did, it felt like she wasn’t just paint and canvas. she felt alive.

hufflepuffs look after their own, you see. dead or alive.

THE FEELS. 💛
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pr1nceshawn:

Problems People Who Wear Glasses Will Understand.
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dirkar:

Why study for exams when you can deduce the answers based on context clues from other questions and then use those answers to provide you with even more context clues for even more questions in an hour-long stress-fueled Professor Layton-esque logic puzzle extravaganza of future-hinging doom.
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