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tordenvejr:

art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you

havingapoemwithyou:

IF LIFE IS AS SHORT AS OUR ANCESTORS INSIST IT IS, WHY ISN’T EVERYTHING I WANT ALREADY AT MY FEET  if I make it to heaven, I will ask for all of the small pleasures I could have had on earth. And I’m sure this will upset the divine order. I am a simple man.  I want, mostly, a year that will not kill me when it is over. A hot stove and a wooden porch bent under the weight of my people.  I was born, and it only got worse from there. In the dead chill of a doctor’s office, I am told what to cut  back on and what to add more of. None of this sounds like living. I sit in a running car under a bath of orange light and eat  the fried chicken that I swore an oath to stray from for the sake of my heart and its blood labor.  Still, there is something about the way a grease stain begins small and then tiptoes its way along the fabric of my pants. Here, finally, a country worth living in.  One that falls thick from whatever it is we love so muchALT
that we can’t stop letting it kill us. If we must die, let it be inside here. If we must.ALT

if life is as short as our ancestors insist it is, why isn’t everything i want already at my feet by Hanif Abdurraqib

nervebynerve:

“The daily routine of most adults is so heavy and artificial that we are closed off to much of the world. We have to do this in order to get our work done. I think one purpose of art is to get us out of those routines. When we hear music or poetry or stories, the world opens up again. We’re drawn in — or out — and the windows of our perception are cleansed, as William Blake said. The same thing can happen when we’re around young children or adults who have unlearned those habits of shutting the world out.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin 

woolysocks:

great-and-small:

The red-winged blackbird’s song is deeply comforting and familiar it’s like walking into the marsh and hearing an old friend

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And the iron rich red seeps like blood

Drawn from deep within by needle thin rivulets of water

Violent and destructive, a single drop

with it the oil slick of you skin is carried,

taken and left

What should be a clean slate, is left messier then before

Yet, on our bloody oil slick hands and knees

You and I, We, pick up the pieces

silvermoon424:

There’s something uniquely perverse about cruelty performed by people who will never experience the consequences of their own ideology. Unlike the Somali pirates or the Taliban—groups operating in extreme conditions, driven by survival, ideology, or desperation—the architects of modern American cruelty live in comfort. They do not suffer. They are not struggling for food or security. And yet, they choose cruelty, not as a necessity, but as a luxury.  This is performative suffering, an aesthetic of toughness projected by people who have never known real hardship. It’s the lawmakers who gut welfare programs while vacationing in gated resorts. It’s the TV pundits who sneer at working-class struggles from air-conditioned studios. It’s bureaucrats who deny migrants soap and toothpaste—not out of logistical necessity, but because cruelty itself is a flex, a demonstration of power detached from material reality.  It has no greater purpose beyond LOOKING ruthless. It is the political equivalent of posing in tactical gear without ever seeing combat, of calling for war from the safety of a country club. It is not the brutality of warriors or the desperation of insurgents. It is the decadence of empire—violence for the sake of self-image, cruelty as a luxury good.ALT

Bro absolutely COOKED with this.

manga-and-stuff:
“Source:
Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind / Kaze no Tani no Naushika /
風の谷のナウシカ
by Hayao Miyazaki
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manga-and-stuff:

Source: 
Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind / Kaze no Tani no Naushika / 
風の谷のナウシカ

by Hayao Miyazaki

naamahdarling:

cherryhomo:

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just wanted to share the National Down Syndrome Society’s message for this year’s World Down Syndrome Day (21st March) 💛💙

Powerful message that lovingly includes multiple disabilities, united. I love this.

murphysletsdraw:

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ROTTING LOGS!!!! here’s my rotting log painting collection thus far… the last two are available as prints :D

oh-cosmia:

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here are my illustrations for the rhymin’ zine and the hey judy zine! I’ve been holding onto these for a few years now so i’m excited to get to share them now that copies have been shipped out 💞 thank you to everyone who ordered the zine, i hope you enjoy all our work! these two will always be so special to me

💫⭐️🌟✨💜❤️💙2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣💙❤️💜🎸🎹🎼🌟✨⭐️💫

(i’ll also post the story i wrote a bit later)

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