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what she says: im fine
what she means: What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.
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I was spoiled by lavish thoughts / They don’t compare, no not at all
And had this been the best I might not know / What to do with us
This song fucking hits me hard. The man has done it again.
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“Rushes To” by Frank Ocean
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“Almond Blossoms" Vincent Van Gogh, 1890. This painting came to life to celebrate the arrival of Van Gogh’s nephew. Exhibited at Van Gogh Live.
Source: love
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Brigitte Bardot finds herself in a tight spot in French film, THE LIGHT ACROSS THE STREET (1955).
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trying to summon avengers 4 like
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im a simple gal. people raise their voices at me, i cry for an hour
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[Drawing of a german shepherd next to a caption that says “This dog will never be disappointed in you. This dog knows you’re doing your best despite difficult circumstances. This dog thinks you’re amazing.” on a blue background.]
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It’s Halloween; everyone’s entitled to one good scare. Happy Halloween!
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What an amazing amount of detail in this painting. (Source)
Me at first: it’s good! I don’t know what they mean about the detailing tho :/
Me, watching it zoom out: OH SHIT
Me watching it get to the full picture:
OH MY GOD?!?!?!
Oh
My fucking
Wow
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Source: weheartit.com
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My sociology professor had a really good metaphor for privilege today. She didn’t talk about race or gender or orientation or class, she talked about being left-handed.
A left-handed person walks into most classrooms and immediately is made aware of their left-handedness - they have to sit in a left-handed seat, which restricts their choices of where to sit. If there are not enough left-handed seats, they will have to sit in a right-handed seat and be continuously aware of their left-handedness. (There are other examples like left-handed scissors or baseball mitts as well.)
Meanwhile, right-handed people have much more choice about where to sit, and almost never have to think about their right-handedness.
Does this mean right-handed people are bad? No.
Does it mean that we should replace all right-handed desks with left-handed desks? No.
But could we maybe use different desk styles that can accommodate everyone and makes it so nobody has limited options or constant awareness that they are different? Yes.
Now think of this as a metaphor. For social class. For race. For ethnicity. For gender. For orientation. For anything else that sets us apart.
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WHY DOESN’T THIS HAVE MORE NOTES?
Because I posted it about 90 seconds ago, calm down.
