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#Mexico at the end of the world
durangomexico2002 · 1 year
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I know the angels guard us at night.
Once I read that prehistoric people used to sleep all piled on top of each other, under their bear furs in cold caves. It wasn't only prehistoric; it was very common for people to be three or four to one bed before the invention of heating systems. People in warmer areas of the world often take to their terraces and rooftops to sleep on plush pillows and rugs. Here, in summertime, we sometimes sleep on the porch or in the yard, where we can see Cassiopeia. But usually, we are in our small bedroom.
Green moonlight filters through the lace curtains every night. It paints your skin and reflects on your black eyes. You say my hair glows like luminescent moss. You like to touch wherever it shines. I like to do the same. You like to fall asleep with a hand gently placed on my shoulder. I like to stay awake and watch your eyelashes.
It took a while for us to finally make love. We wanted to, but you said it might harm things. A few days after arriving in the Ojos Azules, the weight of the world started to lift. We got accustomed to the wildflowers and the sounds of the stream and the smell of silver and gold. Now, you touch me soft as the rain and fill my lungs like the smoke that rises from the Earth.
If we were married and marriage meant anything,
I would circle you seven times. I would save the shards of broken glass along with the silk handkerchief. I would take care not to disturb the pattern of henna on my palms that Gran Abuela painted on me. I would frame our marriage contract. I would hang our very old mezuzah on our door and ask G-d to protect us every day. I would cover my hair when leaving the house. I would light another candle just for you. I would make love to you on Friday nights and the whole of Saturday and I would never abstain from touching you even though some people may think that is necessary. I would look at you and you would know to wrap me in your prayer shawl, the same one you press to your lips after touching G-d. And I would take your last name.
I love you, there is nothing you can do to hurt me.
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dearly · 13 hours
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I wanted one last chat, I do not want this show to end.
FITFWT, Mexico City, 1/6/24
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raytorosaurus · 2 years
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Help I'm new here what's the deadxstop thing?
oh my god anon im sorry i honestly don't think im qualified to answer this it's like. the layers. does anyone have like a full primer on pete wetnz's friendship with and subsequent falling out with heychris (that's deadxstop), both of their instagram/myspace presences, the summer of like, the wild fan theories based on the summer of like, Those Pictures of mikey and chris, and most importantly amazing new mexico sunset....
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latexbabydoll · 2 years
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Ana Sui / MILK
Vivienne Westwood
Vivienne Westwood / Bodyline
(2021-2022)
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gregmarriage · 3 months
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succ/brba crossover, where jesse and greg meet because greg goes to score drugs for kendall. then, he starts going to score pot for himself, bc jesse is nicer than a lot of other dealers, even if greg thinks he’s weird, and vice versa, but also, he’s a relaxing change of pace from the roys, and feels more akin to his old life, when he wants to go outside of himself and all the stress of his job and current life. he never has any idea what jesse gets up to, and neither does jesse of greg. one day, jesse disappears… and greg has to find a new dealer, and starts to forget about the weird fucking guy he used to smoke pot with sometimes.
#they also fuck nasty#yeah yeah the timelines and geography don’t match up#stop ruining my beautiful world <3#could also be greg spends some time in new mexico pre canon and he met jesse then#and one day he tells tom about a guy who used to deal him pot and they were sort of friends until he disappeared#could also be slightly pre brba canon or at least early into the canon#greg would have been about 17/18 in 2008 right?#if he’s supposed to be between 27 and 30#i always lean more towards 27 but if succ passes at least 2 years then he’s closer to 30 then#do i have to write this now?#is succ even set in 2018? bc it never really says and you can kinda twist shit bc the timeline makes no fucking sense so i can honestly say#anything and it’s not necessarily false#either way tho#it’s only a silly crossover and we can pretend and ignore if things aren’t correct <3#also they both have it in common that they have 4 and 5 seasons respectively but only take place over the span of two years like#that’s crazy#jesse in s1 is the same age i am now#well he turns 25 in and amongst the pilot and i’m not yet 25 but same thing#and is barely 26 at the end of the show#he’s so young!!#which kinda makes everything worse#bc obviously the thing about jesse is he may be a grown man but he’s also secretly soft and childish in his ways#and 26 isn’t old in any way#like he’s a child in my eyes#i always think he’s younger#like 19/20#he tells walt high school was a long time ago but i would also say that even if i’d just got out of high school imaoooo#anyways he and greg are both my baby boys is the point of this post imaooooo#gwen rambles#gwenposting
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emmytheewok · 2 years
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every four years I get dramatically attached to random world cup nts and go into such a vivid period of mourning when they crash out
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jukeboxofjellycat · 1 year
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aaronswarncr · 2 years
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this group is complete madness! Absolute scenes in the extra minutes 👀
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glitterandhelium · 1 year
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ok i loved that show and that ending
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aflawedfashion · 2 years
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Did the writers of Roswell New Mexico know the show was cancelled when they shot the finale? 
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durangomexico2002 · 1 year
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The town
Sometimes I go into town and forget the world has ended.
It's the same as it's always been. Or so i'm told. The only difference is that there's no tourists to cater to anymore. The souvenir shops that once sold scorpion necklaces and t-shirts with quips about loving Mexico are now trading centers for goat meat, cheese, bread, milk, and the like. (To be honest, the old t-shirts are still there. You just have to ask. I have a pink one, with a phrase that translates to: "Someone I love very much brought me this shirt from Durango, Mex." I love it). But other than those refurbishments, life goes on as normal.
There are markets housing dozens of stalls with textiles hanging high in the air from clothing lines. They form a canopy that haphazardly shields from the desert sun during the day and lets green moonlight filter through at night. There are parts of the market hidden in back alleys that travelers never think to wander over to. White silk lingerie guards the entrance and all curiosity gets discarded in hopes of finding fuel or rabbits' meat. In the light of the lanterns, i've found turquoise leather boots, onyx mirrors, and obsidian daggers. Old women trade brujería tools: love soaps, candles to promote fertility, tea mixes that curse and enact revenge. They call on whatever futile powers of the universe still exist. Wholly Mexican. No one here has given up hope. I'm not sure what state the rest of the world is in, and I don't care to know. Flower peddlers showcase marigolds by the thousands out of the backs of trucks, children eat black zapote off of the tree, things here are still beautiful.
This part of the country has always been very elderly, very traditional, and very brown. The people in town, most of them elders, and all of them being able to trace their roots back here since the beginning of recorded history, were very glad to see a large family arrive. It was one big reunion. None of our blood relatives remained in the region, but my Gran Abuela, Abuelo, and Gran Tíos ran into many familiar faces. There was the old talk of "It's been years!" and "México finally called you back, yes?" and "This is your granddaughter? Ay, qué hermosa, mija!".
It's nice to be around my own nation of people. There is a town-wide bonfire once a month, when the moon is at its fullest. The elders gather and tell stories of how our people used to revere the moon and stars and planets. They speak about how we were so tall that we towered over the heads of everyone else, and the men laugh and look around at each other. How we were the best on horseback and even better with the bow and arrow. Of course, there is mention of how the mines brought our destruction. But mostly of how we kissed and made love and worshipped and existed long before any Spanish conquistador or warning of global destruction.
At midnight, we pass around tortillas, rice, and beer. A brave man tries to remember the steps to a folkloric dance, and someone, inevitably, will join him. An elder will share weaving tips with the young women. A matriarch of the town will come up to me and put more food on my plate, untroubled by the fact that my collarbones show themselves, for a good meal has the power to fix everything.
Later, the trucks will be loaded up with all the treasures of the day, and we will head back to the little valley. Maybe somewhere less fortunate, there are people wondering if there is a single little village on Earth that is happy. They wonder if there is a place where people are unshaken by the goings-on. Where a fat little dog will sleep on cool Moroccan tile. Where everyone will have bellies full of rice and pickled cactus. Where the Earth glows so green at night.
I want to tell them: It's here! It's the Ojos Azules! With this desire, I go to sleep. I know that in the morning, bluebirds will sing.
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selenofiliaaa · 2 years
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El misterio más profundo de tus ojos,
entre brillos y miradas.
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grasshoppergeography · 7 months
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Hey All,
I've been away for some time, as we've been working really hard on something quite exciting:
let me present to you the world's first ever global ocean drainage basin map that shows all permanent and temporary water flows on the planet.
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This is quite big news, as far as I know this has never been done before. There are hundreds of hours of work in it (with the data + manual work as well) and it's quite a relief that they are all finished now.
But what is an ocean drainage basin map, I hear most of you asking? A couple of years ago I tried to find a map that shows which ocean does each of the world's rivers end up in. I was a bit surprised to see there is no map like that, so I just decided I'll make it myself - as usual :) Well, after realizing all the technical difficulties, I wasn't so surprised any more that it didn't exist. So yeah, it was quite a challenge but I am very happy with the result.
In addition to the global map I've created a set of 43 maps for different countries, states and continents, four versions for each: maps with white and black background, and a version for both with coloured oceans (aka polygons). Here's the global map with polygons:
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I know from experience that maps can be great conversation starters, and I aim to make maps that are visually striking and can effectively deliver a message. With these ocean drainage basin maps the most important part was to make them easily understandable, so after you have seen one, the others all become effortless to interpret as well. Let me know how I did, I really appreciate any and all kinds of feedback.
Here are a few more from the set, I hope you too learn something new from them. I certainly did, and I am a geographer.
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The greatest surprise with Europe is that its biggest river is all grey, as the Volga flows into the Caspian sea, therefore its basin counts as endorheic.
An endorheic basin is one which never reaches the ocean, mostly because it dries out in desert areas or ends up in lakes with no outflow. The biggest endorheic basin is the Caspian’s, but the area of the Great Basin in the US is also a good example of endorheic basins.
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I love how the green of the Atlantic Ocean tangles together in the middle.
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No, the dividing line is not at Cape Town, unfortunately.
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I know these two colours weren’t the best choice for colourblind people and I sincerely apologize for that. I’ve been planning to make colourblind-friendly versions of my maps for ages now – still not sure when I get there, but I want you to know that it’s just moved up on my todo-list. A lot further up.
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Minnesota is quite crazy with all that blue, right? Some other US states that are equally mind-blowing: North Dakota, New Mexico, Colorado, Wyoming. You can check them all out here.
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Yes, most of the Peruvian waters drain into the Atlantic Ocean. Here are the maps of Peru, if you want to take a closer look.
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Asia is amazingly colourful with lots of endorheic basins in the middle areas: deserts, the Himalayas and the Caspian sea are to blame. Also note how the Indonesian islands of Java and Sumatra are divided.
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I mentioned earlier that I also made white versions of all maps. Here’s Australia with its vast deserts. If you're wondering about the weird lines in the middle: that’s the Simpson desert with its famous parallel sand dunes.
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North America with white background and colourful oceans looks pretty neat, I think.
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Finally, I made the drainage basin maps of the individual oceans: The Atlantic, the Arctic, the Indian and the Pacific. The Arctic is my favourite one.
I really hope you like my new maps, and that they will become as popular as my river basin maps. Those have already helped dozens of environmental NGOs to illustrate their important messages all around the world. It would be nice if these maps too could find their purpose.
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zenithglow · 4 months
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Last Words of a Raramuri Shaman interview with Filmmaker Richard Hendrick
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heartforchrist · 6 months
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micallum · 2 years
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Watching this game is giving me pain.
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