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To everyone who is proud to call themselves a leftist:

You say you would never sacrifice an individual for something they don't believe in, even something objectively good like freedom, human rights, et cetera. But when you want to nationalize businesses and heavily tax private citizens and companies, even to achieve an economic system that you consider to be good for society as a whole, you’re sacrificing individuals right there. You're taking away their autonomy, their property, every day that they got up early and worked to provide for themselves and their families, and you're giving it away without their consent.

That’s why I’m a free-market libertarian--I could never value an economic system that strips people of their liberty and their right to freely exchange goods and services without government intervention, except to uphold contracts and protect citizens from harm. I could never believe in a government that seizes people’s hard-earned money at gunpoint--yes, at gunpoint, because you serve jail time for tax evasion--and uses it for their own purposes, often in ways that are wasteful or contrary to their personal beliefs.

The only reason I wouldn’t consider myself a true conservative, though, is because my belief in individual liberty doesn’t stop there. For example, as long as people are warned about the harmful effects of drug use and are responsible for their own medical bills, why shouldn’t they be able to buy recreational marijuana? Even if I as a Catholic believe that marriage is the union between a man and a woman, why shouldn’t non-Catholics be able to marry someone of their same gender if it pleases them?

Some might consider pro-life beliefs to be an exception to that philosophy, but I don’t think of it that way. Being pro-life isn’t about limiting the rights of women--it’s about protecting the life of a child, which biologically begins at conception. It’s not about my religious beliefs, it’s about *checks notes* what a coincidence, the intrinsic value of human life. In addition, even among the most passionate supporters of the prolife movement, I think you would have a hard time finding one who wouldn’t allow a woman to end her pregnancy or deliver early when her life is in danger. I certainly would never force a woman to follow through with a life-threatening pregnancy. And yes, I oppose the death penalty for similar reasons. 

So going back to the question of the Statue of Liberty, would I let the Statue of Liberty burn to save a life? Of course! I would do it in a heartbeat, whether I know that person and whether I like them or not. Nobody should be forced to die for something that they don’t believe in. But if you enjoy the privileges that come from living in a country with freedom of speech, freedom of religion, and a government that has made mistakes but still strives to protect your intrinsic rights as a human being, think about what you are willing to give for those rights.

p.s. does anyone know whether the statue of liberty would burn, or melt? or both? I'm honestly curious now.

stupid leftists and their belief in *checks notes* the intrinsic value of human life

#libertarian #leftist #liberal #outliers #conservative

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a thursday afternoon in my life

Today I opened the dishwasher right after it was finished running. I took out a glass, and it was still hot, but I filled it with really cold water and spent ten minutes leisurely sipping ice cold water out of a hot glass until water and glass were both lukewarm. Right now, I’m sitting typing this with an empty glass in front of me. I give the experience five stars. Definitely recommend, will likely do again.

#i never know what to put here #dishwasher #thursday afternoon #things to do when bored #spring equinox

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Just reblogging these to help me remember them, because I never want to forget.

Latin phrases to use as incantations.

This is gonna be a long list.

ab intra - from within

ab origine - from the source

absit iniuria - “let insult be absent”

absit invidia - “let envy be absent”

absit omen - “let omens be absent”

ab uno disce omnes - from one, learn all.

abyssus abyssum invocat - deep calleth unto deep

a capite ad calcem - from head to heel

acta non verba - actions not words

ad altiora tendo - “I strive to higher things”

ad astra - to the stars

ad fontes - to the sources

ad meliora - towards better things

ad oculos - to the eyes

ad undas - to the waves

ad victoriam - to victory

adsum - I am here

a fortiori - from the stronger/from strength

a mari usque ad mare - from sea to sea

audeamus - let us dare

audentes fortuna iuvat - fortune favors the bold

audi, vide, tace - hear, see, be silent

beatae memoriae - of blessed memory

bona fide - in good faith

bono malum superate - overcome evil with good

capax infiniti - holding the infinite

carpe diem - seize the day

carpe noctem - seize the night

cave - beware

ceteris paribus - all other things being equal

circa - around

citius, altius, fortius - faster, higher, stronger

clavis aurea - golden key

cogito ergo sum - I think, therefor I am

compos mentis - in control of the mind

concilio et labore - by wisdom and effort

concordia cum veritate - in harmony with truth

concordia salus - well-being through harmony

coniunctis viribus - with connected strength

consummatum est - it is complete

corruptus in extremis - corrupt to the extreme

crescit eundo - it grows as it goes

de novo - from the new

de profundis - from the depths

dies irae - day of wrath

dona nobis pacem - give us peace

ego te provoco - I challenge you

esse est percipi - to be is to be perceived  

esse quam videri - to be, rather than to seem

esto quod es - be what you are

ex animo - from the soul

ex luna scientia - from the moon, knowledge

ex scientia tridens - from knowledge, sea power

ex silentio - from silence

ex undis - from the waves of the sea

experientia docet - experience teaches

fac et spera - do and hope

fac fortia et patere - do brave deed and endure

faciam quodlibet quod necesse est - I’ll do whatever it takes

faciam ut mei memineris - I’ll make you remember me

facta, non verba - deeds, not words

fortis et liber - strong and free

fortis in arduis - strong in difficulties

gloriosus et liber - glorious and free

hic abundant leones - here lions abound

hic et nunc - here and now

hic sunt dracones - here there are dragons

hinc illae lacrimae - hence those tears

hinc itur ad astra - from here the way leads to the stars

igni ferroque - with fire and iron

in memoriam - into the memory

in nocte consilium - advice comes over night

libra - balance

littera scripta manet - the written words endure

locus standi - a right to stand

luceo non uro - I shine, not burn

luctor et emergo - I struggle and emerge

mare liberum - free sea

memento vivere - remember to live

more ferarum - like beasts

natura non contristatur - nature is not saddened

nec spe, nec metu - without hope, without fear

noli me tangere - do not touch me

ophidia in herba - a snake in the grass

pro se - for oneself

propria manu - by one’s own hand

quaere - to seek

quod abundat non obstat - what is abundant does not hinder

resurgam - I shall arise

semper ad meliora - always towards better things

semper anticus - always forward

semper apertus - always open

semper fortis - always brave

semper liber - always free

stet - let it stand

tuebor - I will protect

vera causa - true cause

#dark academia #latin #incantation #don't let me forget

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I’m her

lieke van der vorst / igor moritz / henri matisse / félix vallotton

#please #nothing is hidden that shall not be revealed

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strawberry blonde, mitski. / tallahasseemp3, tumblr. / ishana, gor3fairy on insta. / fleabag, by phoebe waller-bridge. / love freely, E.C. / richard silken. / girl, SYML. / fleabag, phoebe waller-bridge.

#repost #love is a form of knowing #just love

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if you’re seeing this, this is your sign to open a new tab, go to tiktok.com and search #booktok

Hear me out--you don’t need an account and if you like to read there are so many great YA recommendations as well as poetry and classics. I wouldn’t post this except that I did it--against my better judgement--and within two weeks I found these quotes and they will possibly live in my head forever.

“There is a rhythm to moving through the world alone.

You discover what you can and cannot live without, the simple necessities and small joys that define a life. Not food, not shelter, not the basic things a body needs—those are, for her, a luxury—but the things that keep you sane. That bring you joy. That make life bearable.”

― V.E. Schwab,

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

and

“She tilted her head back, breathing deeply. It was a stone gray day, the sea a bleak slate broken up by whitecaps, the sky pleated with thick ripples of cloud. A hard wind filled the sails, carrying the little boat over the waves. 'It feels good to be this kind of cold,' she murmured. 'This kind?' 'Wind in your hair, sea spray on your skin. The cold of the living.” ― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

#seriously just give it a try #six of crows #the hype is deserved #the invisible life of addie larue #booktok #i don't know what to put here #but i'm hopeful

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write bad poetry. 

wrap your mouth into a cliche. write about icarus, write about roses. write about the flowers in your ribs and the stain of your fingertips and the skin of your knees. write about cigarettes and getting high and kissing the wrong person. and space; write about space over and over in sixty iterations of it, write about star-blood and star-crossed and star-glowing, write about universes and galaxies and gladiators in constellations. write about the space between two people in a small room, write about the space that is too small no matter how big it is, write about the space that is too big no matter how small it is. write yourself a star and eat it, tinfoil-tasting, on the floor of your kitchen, while you regret missing your mother’s cooking. but write it.

write ugly. use too many undercase letters because you’re pretentious. USE ONLY CAPITAL LETTERS BECAUSE YOU’VE GOT A SCREAM TRAPPED UNDER YOUR FINGERNAILS. ,, cut & paste grammar (? who gives a shit ?) ,, r3inv3nt so much u come back 2 l33t speak, dial it down a bit. write in the language of flaubert, then dickens, then the language your father used before he learned english. then write the language of talking to your dog, then write the language of high school essays on books you never finished. utilize the word utilize where it don’t belong. fall in and out of love with contractions. accidentally become bukowski for a hot sec, grow out of it. 

write things you wish you hadn’t. write stuff so bad you can’t help groaning. write things that end in “a;sljflk jfg h” because they petered out while you were typing. write things that feel childish and use so much rhyme it throws you out of it. write things that feel grown-up and unfamiliar, too formal to function, up-their-own-asses. write things too enigmatic; forget what you wrote them about, but tell yourself it’s for the best. write things too obvious. go through a micro-poetry spell, go through a prose-poetry spell, fish the bottom of the box for x-ray goggles and write about how the cereal felt. write about your cat and the rug and un-deep fake-deep terrible stuff.

write things you really wish you hadn’t. stuff that hurts to read and hurts to look at later, stuff that makes your skin uncomfy and your body crawl. write stuff that looks better at the back of your closet. but stuff you can’t get rid of, really, not ever. stuff that, afterwards, makes you feel heavier. stuff that somehow, impossibly, kinda makes you lighter.

write about stuff you don’t really understand, write about social problems you barely experience, write about slam poetry. write about power outlets, write in the style of internet poets, write frost-length sonnets on how pink her lips are. 

write bad. write worse. write bottom-of-the-barrel, and then keep scraping it. keep digging in it. god, how many people are too scared of being bad that they just. never get around to it. that they never even start doing it. what if all they have to say is silly shit about lost love or greek myths or a good kiss. what if they’re bad at it.

be bad at it. do you know how fucking rebellious and wonderful that truly, i mean truly is? and that’s poetry, man. the act of being so vulnerable, you’re willing to completely suck at it. big ideas in small boxes. it takes a long time before you get the packaging to fit. 

go write bad poetry. i can’t wait to read it.

#the rebellion of mediocrity #beginner mindset #writers on tumblr

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So, idk if anyone who is into aesthetics knows about this site (aesthetics.fandom.com) but this is one of a few different pages I created for it and it’s probably going to get deleted with all of the “clean-up” that’s being done, so check it out ASAP if you’re interested, or maybe consider commenting or adding to it if you have a Fandom account please! Thx ;) <3

#please #thank you #aesthetic #aesthetics fandom #interlude #peace #mental health #digital minimalism #sunlight #summer

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“[t]houghts are racing through your head, and you let them”

#dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia #fashion #aesthetic #this is what the inside of my brain looks like #do yourself a favor and read this article right now

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I wholeheartedly think that love letters are top-tier romance and they should never be out of style. Pour your heart out on paper and I'll feel every word pierce through my heart, I can never get enough of people who are open about their intentions and are very clear about what you mean to them. Don't ever hide your love or downgrade it. Life is too short for that.

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Thank you,

Bluegrass

Light // inspired by this post from @hertl

[1] “Almost Dawn” by Cade Thompson // [2] “twenty-somethings with empty wallets” & [8] “zeta leonis” by @inkskinned // [3] & [7] & [9] by @mostinbetween // [4] “4″ by Ricky Montgomery ft. Midwestern Accent // [5] “Giants” by Matt Maeson // [6] House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski // [10] “You Are Enough” by Sleeping At Last

#i almost typed my real name #thank you #dust in the wind

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on loneliness

(Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to read the whole thing.)

I’m reading The Lonely City by Olivia Laing, which I definitely recommend to anyone who is interested in art history, memoirs, emotion, etc.

In my experience there are two types of loneliness. The first is the feeling you probably associate with it. It’s when you have no one to share memories with, no one to connect with or make you feel needed. It feels like hunger and emerging from the depths of your favorite book to come back to a reality you forgot existed anymore. It makes introverts want to talk to strangers just to convince themselves that they still exist. This is the kind of loneliness that the author of The Lonely City is talking about.

But the second is very different, and (for me at least) far more common. It’s what happens to me at school, at parties: when everyone else seems to be having a good time, to know what they’re doing, and you don’t. It’s feeling like you’re drifting, separated from others by a sheet of glass that’s no less solid because of its imperceptibility. It’s having what you think should cure your loneliness—conversation, other people you can relate to, a sense of purpose—but still being able to feel it, stronger than ever. 

It’s the aching sense of deficiency you get from knowing that it’s all your fault. It’s feeling humiliatingly inferior for not being like everyone else, like you think you should. It’s when you look around and see everyone else caught up in whatever they’re doing, and all you can think about is how badly you’re longing to escape, and you hate yourself for it. For being different, and therefore not good enough. 

This is what I mean when I say loneliness. fear of being lonely. This is the true enemy.

#loneliest #the lonely city #olivia laing #artists on tumblr #this is how i feel #story #introvert #good night #good dawn

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This a possibly terrible idea I had but...

I’ve been interested in drawing and designing characters and was looking for some good templates, but I had trouble finding any that went beyond “pick a hair color based on the day you were born, pick an occupation based on your favorite color, etc.” So, I decided to design my own template, if you’re looking for something that leaves more open to interpretation. 

It’s pretty self-explanatory--just choose two random numbers between one and one hundred and get two statements (4,851 possible combinations). Like I said, the point is to interpret them however you want and be creative. Link is below. Let me know what you think please!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aW9bKoiV3fj2eVi4am1zs7PIQiMHau3Jy-270_tOFnA/edit?usp=sharing

#manga #creativity #character analysis #character design #character design challenge #character design template #writing prompt #sketchbook #oc #my oc art #thanks for reading

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This is exactly the kind of thing I would never let anyone know I loved in real life, but Tumblr isn’t real life and nobody knows who I am so...

questionnaire on girlhood (read this, if you would, with your ankles crossed).

at what age did you stop wearing v-necks? at what age did you stop wearing shirts with graphics on them to prevent what? i was just reading it. at what age did you no longer wear “loud prints”. at what age did you resent a dress?

when you threw up, was it across the street from where you put your belly? did you ever skip lunch. when collapsing your ribs in the mirror, was it your mother’s voice in your head, or your own? could you laugh loudly or did you watch yourself laughing and worry about it. did you ruin your own hair at any point. how often did you say - oh, i hate mine and mean your body/spirit/mind.

how often were you not allowed access to girlhood. were you ever comfortable in locker rooms; were you ever comfortable at all. could you look at other girls without worrying you were looking too long. could you be a girl and belong. could you be a girl without flinching. could you be a girl without apology. did you have to be an apology so loudly it seemed delicate, sweet, raw.

how often are you yourself, and how often are you just beside of your body. do you fix your hair in the middle of your zoom meetings. do you worry you don’t cry beautifully. is it a meeting of your teeth or is it a hiss. are you alone? when was the last time you broke, and did you hide it? 

can you be home, or are you in unstable ribs. can you be safe. can you ever unhear the moon. can you pray loud enough. is the altar her skin, or is it inside you? is this enough. are you going, too.

are you okay? no, really, are you?

#repost #inkskinned

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Afterhours aesthetic

https://aesthetics.fandom.com/wiki/After_Hours

“After Hours is an aesthetic inspired by the feelings and impressions of seeing a usually populated setting empty.”

I love the mystery and tranquility in this aesthetic, but also the spare elegance of the way buildings look when they’re empty. How you can see the lines and structure of things the way that their designers saw them. For example, if in the second picture (Nighthawks by Edward Hopper) the street had been crowded, you wouldn’t notice the way the glass curves so smoothly or how the different shades of green create a gradient from the yellow fluorescent light to the empty black windows on the other side of the street. When things (and people) are alone, you can see what they really are.

#aesthetic #afterhours #after hours #nighthawks #edward hopper #liminal spaces

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#no caption necessary #no caption needed #new moon #ted kooser

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My current favorite classical musician is Modest Mussorgsky-- he’s a Russian pianist/composer from the 19th century. This melody has been stuck in my head for days...

#mussorgsky #modest mussorgsky #pictures at an exhibition #promenade #pianist #orchestra #classical music #spotify #stuck in my head