Ah, shit.

Portrait d'Emmanuelle Béart , Paris en 1986

i love you air dried hair i love you no makeup i love you comfortable clothes made out of soft fabrics i love you short nails

The worst part of normalized surveillance is the normalization.

It's the thousands of followers who react to your secretly taken videos of noble good deeds with encouragement. It's them feeling cheered up, day made, hearts filled with warmth by your brazen voyeurism.

It's scrolling past a Tumblr post of a reddit post of a Twitter screenshot of a father and daughter sharing an intimate, family moment, oblivious to the tweeter taking a photo of them.

It's minding your business at the grocery store, hearing a weird noise, and realizing some teens are filming a tiktok dance and either did not notice or did not care that you are in the shot.

It's walking home with a mask on because every single condo and floor apartment in your neighborhood has Ring and you don't know what that means for you yet.

It's thinking about talking to a PR person just in case your recurring nightmare of your mental breakdown in the parking lot suddenly going viral comes true, hoping against hope a professional knows the magic set of words that will mitigate the harassment, stop you from losing your job.

It's that reddit post of the Sikh woman who found her and her mustache on the frontpage, forced to turn public humiliation into a teaching moment. It's some jackass redditor posting a couples photo, ostensibly to mock that his fly was down yet 70% of the comments target his girlfriend's appearance. It's seeing a top reddit pic with a headline demonizing a person in it months after you saw this same pic taken down after mods discovered op was lying. It's a lot of reddit.

It's wondering how many times your face has been posted online and if it was in a positive context at least.

It's that this is all normal, that so many of these things feel neutral to individuals, not a risk they're taking on behalf of a stranger.

t shirt that says ‘I don’t consent to being filmed in public for social media views’

biggest betrayal is when it’s supposed to thunderstorm and it doesn’t

“I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me”

Harry James Potter (with and without glasses). Xx

historically hottest people in the world no matter how hot they actually are

Cooking!

as a fanfic writer, the best thing you can do for yourself is invest in the stories you want to read. don’t think about what will get popular, because it will make you miserable. write about what means the most to you. if you want to write pure smut, do it. if you want to make intricate worlds and complex characters, do it. write and write and write. contrary to popular belief, good art does not have to make you suffer. all my very best work is the stuff that i enjoyed writing

[image description: a piece of paper taped on concrete with clip art of a tent and the text:

See a tent?

Just fucking leave it alone, thanks.

Maybe instead of complaining about a homeless persons only shelter from the elements, you could do something about the economic conditions that put them there in the first place?

Or maybe let them use the bathroom at you overpriced, bougie-ass hipster cafe?

As you go out of your way to make the life of a homeless person harder, ask yourself the question:

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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the last lullaby

Everyone laughs at the dumb ignorant parents who act like their children will suddenly turn gay if they see two dads holding hands, but the truth is a lot of them know their kid might just be gay already. What they wish they could do is just hide the concept from them so they never realize it and force themselves into unhappy straight relationships at least long enough to make grandchildren.

*sees a rabbit run away from me* ….i’m on your side…..

i dont have like a degree or anything but i think assigning diagnoses to every behavior is probably not good for us in the long run

every few days i see some tweet or something saying “i just found out that ___ is a symptom of trauma” and it’ll be like getting shivers or rewatching movies or enjoying hot showers. even if it was all true i can’t imagine what seeing that stuff all the time would make me think if i was a teenager. at an age when you’re clamoring so much for identity it seems like we’re encouraging young people to identify with suffering just a little too much

i love you walkable cities i love you pedestrian-centered infrastructure i love you bikeshares i love you free public transit i love you separated bike lanes i love you mixed-use urbanism i love you car-free streets

"Pro life my fucking ass. Let's talk about all the native kids you've killed!!"

Seen on a Catholic Church in Madison, Wisconsin