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Patron Saint of just hanging out

[image ID] screenshot of a tweet by saraofswords that says: an adventuring party that forms in the women’s bathroom of the tavern because someone is crying and random drunk girls at a bar will do anything for you [/image ID] [source]

Memories’ “Magnetic Rose” short film (1997)

— Bolesław Prus, The Doll (via pol-ski)

Somebody finally put this into words

i hate not being able to feel the love people have for me. i hate feeling like they don’t care even when they show it. even when i should know they do, i feel so lonely and unlovable all the time.

He is often seen emerging during foggy days, where they have to turn on the gas lamps even during daylights to help people find their ways about. Wearing dark outfit, tall top hat, and black overcoat, he strolls casually with a slightly vacant expression upon his eyes.

A bird of some sort perches upon his shoulder, its feathers were all shadows and sometimes it seems as if it is pausing to whisper this or that into his ears.

They tell me to keep my curiosity to myself, knowing I wouldn’t be able to resist the mystery of this strange fellow, but what can I say. I can resist almost anything except temptations.

Just because you did something wrong in the past doesn’t mean you can’t advocate against it now. It doesn’t make you a hypocrite. You just grew. Don’t let people use your past to invalidate your current mindset.

Bruh. This needs to be a mandatory post on everybody’s blog. Y'all really be pullin out decade old receipts like woah.

Either you want people to grow and change or you want people to stay evil villains soyou can feel superior as you shame them.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

If courage isn’t the absence of fear but doing the right thing regardless of it, maybe confidence isn’t the absence of insecurity but knowing you have real worth despite it

this is beautiful

By this same token, maybe goodness isn’t the absence of bad thoughts or impulses, but the conscious choice to behave according to your moral ideals in spite of them. 

I love this.

I believe very strongly in “I didn’t say it was good, I said I liked it” 

but what might be even more important is “I didn’t say it was bad, I said I hated it”

I just wanna say if you hate something good because it sends terrible messages that’s fine but you can also just hate it because you hate it. free yourself of the struggle to find a “good enough” reason. sometimes it doesn’t hit right.

“I hate this author’s writing style”

is not the same as

“this author is bad at writing”

I love a lot of terrible things. And I hate a lot of things for absolutely no reason.

That is not a reflection of anything but my interests.

I don’t think a lot of people understand that no matter how progressive or well-read you are, there are always going to be moments in your life where somebody pushes back against something that’s so culturally ingrained you never even considered it before. And you’ll say “Huh, it never occurred to me to challenge this but you’re right,” and that doesn’t mean you were “morally toxic” before, it means you’re a non-omniscient human capable of growth.

Also, some preferred terms for things will change and evolve, and terms we prefer now might eventually be considered gauche or even offensive, and that doesn’t mean you were a bigot at the time for using them. It means we evolved as a society and chose new terminology to reflect that change.

Nobody is a fully formed realisation of progressivism that can predict all shifts and modes of thought. The world will always change, and hopefully you will, too

the house as a site of trauma

clementine von radics, from “courtney love prays to oregon” / gregor schneider, haus ur / natalia ginzburg, from the little virtues / I am the pretty thing that lives in the house (2016) / mahmoud darwish, from “a river dies of thirst” / li-young lee, from “with ruins” / lost river (2014) / salma deera, from “when god talks to your father”

WHO is going to have a subtextually homoerotic swordfight with me that stems from our major unresolved sexual tension

The World Health Organization is going to do what?!

It is increasingly obvious that most people have no idea how to indicate an illness is slowly killing someone without making them cough up blood. Doesn’t matter what it is or if it has anything to do with your respiratory system, if you’re dying, you’re coughing up blood.

Writers found out about tuberculosis and were like “damn this slaps” and we’ve been stuck with it ever since