why am i still on this hell site

My grandmother talks about how growing up in Belfast, Ireland, British soldiers would raid the local Irish people's houses, steal from them, smash up their homes or burn them out, beat up or kill or imprison the men, rape the women, and then justify their actions by saying the local people were harbouring IRA terrorists and illegal weapons stores even though they weren't. Any time the British committed an act of violence against the Irish it was the same excuse.

And every time Israel blows up a school, hospital, refugee camp killing hundreds of civilians in the process and justifies it by saying they were harbouring Hamas it makes me think of that. Colonialism never changes.

This is the German Expressionist town, there is no anti-homeless architecture here. The park benches are uncomfortably slanted and contorted so as to convey the inherent emotional turmoil that permeates all of reality

already october. that'd freak me out if any year since 2019 had been real. luckily they haven't

“cmere boy”

*sound of clanging pots and pans getting closer*

they removed icons???????????????????????

Catholics looking around a protestant church

entering my florence + the machine era

i've been thinking about @saxifrage-wreath's tags for a month

ive been saving up for an illustrious red onion

What employers need to understand about me is that I do my thing

ladies, if your man is:

thats not your man, thats terracotta duck-askos (flask with spout and handle)

always so touching and vibrant when you remember people a hundred years ago had profound lives full of fun and love

my great grandparents met because they were both telephonist-telegraphists and they used to communicate in spoken morse code so that their kids wouldn’t understand the dirty jokes they were saying. And my great-aunt was telling me the other day about how her father would sit with his kids during stormy nights and hug them as they looked out the window and he pointed out how beautiful the lightning was. Because he didn’t want them to be afraid. It isn’t far away but it’s easy to forget that people are people are people

isn’t it cool that we still take silly pictures where we pretend to put our baby niece for sale or where we pretend to officiate a funeral on the beach? I think that’s neat

In one of my family’s old photo albums from around the 1910’s-20’s there’s a picture of a dog sitting on a chair and wearing a hat.

about to use a printer. wish me luck

*comes back covered in blood and ash with a thousand yard stare but I'm holding a perfectly clean stack of shipping labels*

do you guys remember being like 14 and being like these sheep could never understand me and,the inoffensive indie rock I listen to on my ipod touch ..

Going through the pile of books to go to charity shops and there’s this amazing kids history one that’s literally like

Give your friend a neolithic burial

Exactly

I’m so glad this post is finally reaching the people it was meant for; weird little kids who liked playing history and death

The book also had instructions for making a paper replica of a mammoth bone/hide hut 🦣 🛖 and I was never allowed to take over the living room and do it

Reblog to give your mutuals a neolithic burial 🦴🌼⚱️🗡️

Georges Hobeika Spring 2023 Couture