blackblobyellowcone:

So, should I make this into a totebag for SPX? Reblog, email, or tweet at me bc I can’t make tumblr allow responses on this post lol god bless u tumblr interface
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sovietgoner:

'Tovarisch'

Welcome inside. From now on the omnipresent wild flora will be your only companion during walk.
We will take this path until we see a creepy apartment block on the left.
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current mood: lying on carpet next to subwoofer feeling heavy bass vibrate through limbs

I have really big eyes which is fucking ironic as shit because I can’t see further than 10cm in front of my face

Unimpressed cat selfie 🐱🐾
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pocula:

by Van Swearingen on Flickr.

Beauty privilege is very real. None of us are imagining it, and if we aren’t born genetic lottery winners, our only option is to compensate with style, grace, and charm. Of course, none of that shit comes cheap. That’s kind of the whole point. It’s all meant to be aspirational and exclusionary. We’re supposed to feel depressed by our skin, agitated by our bodies, and anxious about our invisibility. That’s the insidious subtlety of social control.

The worst part is that we know in our rational minds that it’s all bullshit, and yet we’re still plagued with self-loathing when we can’t live up to unattainable beauty standards. No matter how much self-acceptance we achieve, we can still look in the mirror and instantly catalog all the things about ourselves that we don’t think measure up. It’s maddening. It makes us feel like hypocrites even though it’s not our hypocrisy.

“A woman is only vulnerable when her nail polish is drying, and even then she can still pull a trigger.”
some great quote I heard somewhere once upon a time and that is very, very true (via dahlia—noir)
theseriouschild:

guys this is in Toronto
it’s called Sugar Beach

Life tip: never trust anyone who is trying to sell you something