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If Batman and Spider-Man switched rogues galleries none of their villains would last more than ten minutes against the new enemy
Batman takes down all of Spider-Man’s villains with ruthless efficiency and preparation
Batman’s villains are all like “TAKE ME SERIOUSLY DAMMIT” and Spider-Man is like “No 😜”
The Joker would have an intense hatred for Spider-Man because Spider-Man is actually funny
That was the exact thought process behind this post
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A moth lying belly up in a mud puddle
Ma Zai Huan "Cold Beauty - 3" oil on canvas 36 x 30"
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Van Gogh actually painted Starry Night while receiving treatment in a hospital for his depression. In fact, most, if not all, of his most successful paintings were done while he was receiving treatment of some sort. When he wasn't, he often couldn't bring himself to get out of bed at all, let alone paint.
A bit oversimplified perhaps, but the upgrade you're looking for is likely treatment.
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sometimes im like…..what is the point of all this ??? and then i hang out with the people i love, and for a brief moment, i see
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arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean “they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life" and “because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" could have got jane austen crying and shaking
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Finally, in a low whisper, he said, “I think I might be a terrible person.
For a split second I believed him—I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.
Miranda July - The First Bad Man.
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ATLA + Scenery (½)
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“Here when I say “I never want to be without you,” somewhere else I am saying “I never want to be without you again.” And when I touch you in each of the places we meet in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are dying and resurrected. When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life, in each place and forever.”
— Bob Hicok, Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem
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Hsieh Tong-Liang, Cannot Let Go 2001
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My cat has to wear a cone this week and it made me think of an angel whose halo is a cone.
Local idiot is cone-free and back on his regular sillyzone nonsense.
I am obsessed with the theological implications of this
