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tinasnowz · 2 days
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theestallion: Goodddmorningggg hotties !!! Have yall started thinking about your tour fits 👀 WE ONLY HAVE A FEW WEEKS LEFT !!! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽If you dont already have your tickets GET THEM NOWWW #Hotgirlsummertour ☀️☀️☀️🔥🔥🔥
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70sscifiart · 21 hours
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H.R. Giger, “Atomic Children”
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chappellsource · 2 days
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CHAPPELL ROAN photographed in Burlington, VT by @luxxienne on March 25, 2024 (x)
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northgazaupdates · 2 days
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27 March 2024
“The patients are dying slowly, and we are dying with them.”
Nurse Mohammed Saeed shares a messsge he received from a colleague at Al-Shifa Hospital. The speaker describes the extremely difficult and dangerous conditions under which the occupation keeps them. The IOF is depriving them of food, water, and medications. She says the spread of disease among the staff and wound infection among patients is catastrophic. They are exhausted, miserable, and terrified.
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hobbymommyy · 3 days
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I couldn’t pick one so you get both 🙄
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Margot Robbie.
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jesswilde22 · 3 days
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pov I am your girlfriend in GTA 6 , Are you going to make my butt bounce hard?
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maddeningtrash · 2 days
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Plague Marie!
Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth~
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Based on this mod
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henrycavilledits · 3 days
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Henry Cavill with Hero Fiennes Tiffin & Alexander Pettyfer
These two wonderful wonderful chaps! What a lucky man I am to have been able to do press with them. We were missing the other Henry and Big AL but we managed to scrape through without them!
If you would like to see more of these two chaps, plus the other two not pictured here (you'll have to imagine what they look like) go check them out in the Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare in cinemas on April 19th in the US. I'll be in that movie, too.  - via Henry Cavill's instagram
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whokilledjared · 3 days
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the sluttiest thing a man can do is be himself. (& takes on social media)
Hi.
I'm lonely.
The moment I got "two weeks off school" in sophomore year, life went to 4x speed & I can't turn it off no matter how hard I try.
Maybe COVID-19 adolescence did numbers on me. Somewhere between the iPhone 5c and ChatGPT, 14-hour screen times have live-streamed to me a steady, homogenous death of culture.
Nothing is cool anymore. Nothing is sacred. Every movement is a trend, and every cult classic a sequel.
The value we place on things being beautiful, on being "cool," and our gatekept appreciation of how hard these things were to find: it's been co-opted, or perhaps stolen. It's been stolen by the new merchant class. "Disruptors" and "innovators" turning our lives into a burgeoning black mirror prequel. Soon, we'll graduate too, and we'll wring every morsel of value in each others' lives dry for cash.
Plain and simple, I think we're being manipulated.
Your dates are an algorithm. Your music is a social signal. And Zuck knows when you sleep.*
God. What the fuck are we doing???
“Individuation is becoming the thing which is not the ego, and that is very strange.” — Carl Jung
Recently, I deleted Instagram. My first impulse was to post a story or something, announcing my departure. But then, I thought that would be lame.
I got rid of my account, too. Kinda. Over 1 year, over 800 followers removed, and what remains of me is a little grey icon, and "JM_0000000010" where my name and face used to be.
yay.
There were many people I wish I could have been friends with, but I wonder, too, why I find myself so drawn to the validation of others. Does social media affect me worse, or do we all just choose to ignore it, languishing in private?
At any rate, this last year has almost felt like re-learning how to be a human being.
Personally, I think one of the biggest markers for maturity is when you become willing to disappoint the people you know in favor of what feels right to you, when you start to unravel the stories you’ve told yourself (or been told) about who you are and what you should be. In short, the sluttiest thing a man can do is be himself.
And sometimes, I think about every college student that has ever lived. My grandmother, my dad, and so on. Just consider for a moment all kids who graduated before 2010:
What was it like for the ones in 1940? To walk around, before a campus had computers? In 2006: To meet someone pretty, but forget their number? In 1999: To cram into dorms, and watch Seinfeld live on-air?
Would I, like my dad in 1988, have braved cold night, brisk wind, & landline phone-call just to knock and see if my friends were too busy to hang?
What stories could I tell if there was even the slightest chance of getting lost on the way home from a party?
Humans are social creatures. We crave our friends like water. To me, the clearest difference between Dasani and Instagram is that one of them comes in a bottle.
Yet despite these distractions and comforts we have in 2024, somehow, we still have engineering students. People who carve out time in their day to sit down, look at paper, and solve differential equations. But then, that's not so hard, is it? It just takes time. Precious, fucking, time.
At Meta, leagues and leagues of these engineers power behavioral scientists, who are competing for the highest salary. Their benchmarks? Your FOMO. Guilt. Anxiety. Obsession. The worse you feel, the more you engage with their content. The more you engage with their content, well, you're starting to get the point.
Try something for me: Open up Instagram, but don't tap anything. What happens? How many little animations? How many tiny nudges prompting you to get lost? Our home-pages are billion-dollar diving boards, hoisting us over engineered catacombs of subconscious quicksand.
My homepage is my FOMO, my envy, and my crushes. The pain and struggle of trying to be someone who I am not. My little existential crises, bundled-up, packaged, and shipped with a like button.
To abandon your social networks entirely, however, requires a safety net of close friends. After all, your friends are online, and you'd be miserable without them.
This is the problem with our monkey brains. Millennia of sociological natural-selection have made us quite great at feeling terrible. We're damn good at making tribal status games to play with, too.
Seeking refuge in quirked up septum piercings and boygenius listeners, my time in counter-cultural, alternative "scenes" between St. Louis and Tampa has shown me that even the weirdest of folks and the most removed can accidentally find themselves reduced to nothing more than high-school popularity contests. Even if I love them. Even if they're amazing people. We're human.
We can't "quit social media" as much as we can't "quit bottled water" Sure, we can, but it's inconvenient. And even without a bottle, we're still drinking water.
So I lost touch with my friends. I got no new updates on their lives. I forced myself into the inconvenience of not having a phone to reach for in fleeting moments of boredom. Suddenly, I was out of the loop. Suddenly, I was bored. And suddenly, nobody missed me. My only friends were the ones I had the time to text. Everyone else ... does not exist.
Weekends have become more valuable than ever. Without the empty social calories of seeing my friends' pictures, I find myself planning hangouts as often as my schedule allows. I have more lunches, more study sessions, and more is done in the company of less.
And I have the time to breathe.
And in this calm, I think I found my answer: it's my misplaced ambition. These fears of anxiety and people I thought I would miss, they seem represent something I want to see more of within myself. Something I want to develop, lean into more deeply, as an individual. And I think that's quite normal; to look out into the world and feel attracted to things we want to see more of. This is, I think, how everyone develops their own definition of beauty — and of coolness. It's largely the intersection of what we find most interesting, and what we want to see more of in the world. Because beauty and coolness, by definition, are rare and hard to find. If they were everywhere, nothing be beautiful, nor would anything be cool.
When we all turn into wrinkles and cataracts, bad backs and heart attacks, for a brief, glorious moment, our lives are going to flash before our eyes. In this moment, you'll see your story. The ultimate progression of you.
How much of that will be skibidi toilet and reaction clips? How much of that will be arguing on the internet? Can you tell me, just how much of your life will you have skipped over to pacify your intentionally-lowered attention span?
That girl whose number you couldn't find Those passing questions over coffee that you couldn't search on Google The boredom of a subway ride
Those are not inconveniences, they're what the older generations refer to as "life."
* (oh, but if you can't sleep, consider this aside: Google knows the angle you walk at, how fast you're walking, and they've got crowdsourced pictures of everywhere around you at all times of the day. fun bedtime thoughts <3)
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tinasnowz · 2 days
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MEGAN THEE STALLION via IG Story | March 27, 2024
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enhypendata · 1 day
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[SUNGHOON] 🩵💎🩵
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bts-trans · 2 days
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northgazaupdates · 2 days
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27 March 2024
Journalist Wadea Abu Alsaoud reports that his home has been destroyed by the occupation. Instagram user emilsulaiman provides a full English translation:
Marabaha. For over 6 months I report to you the news. Today, I am the news. Today my home was leveled to the ground completely, and this is what remains of it: the keys to my home and my car.
My home is not rubble, my home is memories and warmth. I live my childhood and my adolescence.
My memories of the first day of my marriage, my firstborn, and his first day of school. In my home there were so many priceless things: Family gatherings with my siblings. Photo albums of all our memories. Everything is gone, and this key is what remains, as a reminder of my home. Allah knows better. Alhamdulillah.
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hobbymommyy · 16 hours
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Why do I only wear hats on rainy days??
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miamlsunshine · 3 days
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