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My Button Collection (2022) - Marnie Kate Hudson
#buttons#button collection#brooch#random#assortment#vintage#objects#art#my art#collection#curioso#curio#Marnie Kate hudson#jewelry#talisman#when god created man she was only kidding
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Birthday Card (2022) - Marnie Kate Hudson
Collage of magazine clippings and hand drawn embellishments.
#my art#handmade#birthday card#birthday#happy birthday#collage#drawing#sharpie#stars#bitch#beautiful bitch#beautiful#artist#Marnie Kate Hudson#mine#pentagram#witch#witchy#psychedelic#art#psychedelic art
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being bedridden with food poisoning for the last week and a half has been a lesson in reminding myself what truly matters. When I first had the panic of the initial decline in my health I believed I might actually die, I felt like my body was healthy but being attacked from within. I had a long think about how a healthy person can suddenly die due to only a few bodily processes glitching up. I thought about who would come to my funeral or crawl out of the woodwork claiming to be my best pal after I was gone. I pictured what might happen to my body or where I might go from here. I felt my soul force leaking from my body and truly believed at one time I might not ever be normal again. I became apathetic to everything, social media in particular suddenly had no gleam, glow or point. While people posted selfies or wrote about what they were doing I couldn’t bring myself to care because I felt just that terrible. It was as tho the earth had only turned dark and hollow. Like there wasn’t much to miss or that my part in it didn’t seem to effect much. Every little action took so much energy that it felt pointless. I found myself using sleep as an escape from just how pitiful and panicked I had become. My birthday had just passed and I felt the cloak of another year seem to weigh me down into the soft soil of my grave. I wondered what it was that made me all those times before create, feel pleasure or simply perform some menial task. Without my body to get me there I was simply stuck on the rollercoaster of my mind. For days I rode like a silent passenger round and round considering all the horrors and worries up close and personal. Admiring all those shadows and thinking fondly of all those things I would miss. I would miss the feeling of the sun on my skin, the smell of dirt in the summer, a hug after a long time of separateness, my lovers hand on my cheek, a ripe fresh peach, soaking in a warm bath, the deep belly laugh of someone I love, the soft brush of a cat tail on my legs, the way the grass dances in the breeze. All these things seemed a distant dream to me now, some kind of other planet from my current state of existence. Things so silly and simple that they hardly seem worth the trouble. In that darkness I found myself again, a part of me living in there forgotten and alone. A splinter trapped in that heavy world where all that was important no longer held any weight. She joined me on the rollercoaster and as we passed by the usual crowds of specters of death and feelings of worthlessness, the tunnel seemed to brighten, my body felt less foreign. Once the rollercoaster finally came to a stop I was alone again. Somewhere along the ride we had melded back into one. I felt as though I had lived life times in split seconds, as if I was asleep to what was true. And in that truth I began to see my reflection and that to live well means to meet that darkness and walk hand in hand towards a fate unknown to you. To look deep into the eyes of death and still find purpose to live for. The point of living is loving. And to live any longer without recognition of that simple truth was only a masquerade of life. I plan to live and love until my hearts all spent to ashes. Each day that passes I feel my strength return little by little, I feel my body filling back up with life force and with new ideas and hopes. It feels as tho a thousand years have passed and I have been viewing it from a great distance, like I am a rock or tree watching from a place of witness without much say or control, at the mercy of my environment. But as I feel that numbness slipping away I find a new emotion wakes sleepily, hunger for change and growth. Determination for whatever dream I’m fostering to come to fruition. A need to step into my place in this world once and for all and stop avoiding the path that has laid itself at my feet.
Just as this realization has taken time to come into being I too must allow myself to fully feel and surrender myself to that feeling. To use my time here with intention and purpose to fulfill my dreams so that others may live within that dream too. Once I am well and have fallen back into the drill of everyday life I hope I never forget what I have seen within that darkness and remember the gift that death has given me. For without death there can be no life.
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The most annoying yet comforting thing my boyfriend says when we are fighting is "will this matter in 10 years?" No matter how angry I am the answer is always no. And it puts into perspective that what we are fighting over is usually something trivial, a stubborn disagreement followed by hurtful burstings from each of us. Truth is in 10 years we won't remember what any of our fights were over we will only remember that we were able to conquer them and continue on our way with just as much love for each other as we had in the beginning.
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sunset through the oaks by dhadley35 on Flickr.
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Humans might not be the only creatures that care about the welfare of other animals. Scientists are beginning to recognize a pattern in humpback whale behavior around the world, a seemingly intentional effort to rescue animals that are being hunted by killer whales.
Marine ecologist Robert Pitman observed a particularly dramatic example of this behavior back in 2009, while observing a pod of killer whales hunting a Weddell seal trapped on an ice floe off Antarctica. The orcas were able to successfully knock the seal off the ice, and just as they were closing in for the kill, a magnificent humpback whale suddenly rose up out of the water beneath the seal.
This was no mere accident. In order to better protect the seal, the whale placed it safely on its upturned belly to keep it out of the water. As the seal slipped down the whale’s side, the humpback appeared to use its flippers to carefully help the seal back aboard. Finally, when the coast was clear, the seal was able to safely swim off to another, more secure ice floe.
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Read the study: Humpback whales interfering when mammal-eating killer whales attack other species: Mobbing behavior and interspecific altruism?
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i wasted so much time and love on boys that I realize treated me like shit. I tried everything to get them to love me, but they never did. They were more than happy to stick around for years at a time, but never gave me anything in return for the countless hours and emotions I spent on there egotistical little asses. They knew they had me hooked and liked that I would do anything for them, I even think they got off on the fact that we never did anything physical. Which is strange thinking back on it now, It was more of an emotional and spiritual connection than anything, they were two sides to one coin, they were my best friends, and they left me in the fucking dust as soon as I stopped giving them my undivided attention. I get so angry thinking back on that now. I’m sure they never would admit it but you just don’t keep someone around for over 12 years in case you think there is some potential there for something to happen. I just wish I could go back to my 15 year old self and say “ you are worth more than this, don’t waste your time on fuckers, don’t drain yourself dry to feed anyone no matter if you think you love them or not, it isn’t really love until you are receiving what you a putting out. And don’t listen to them when they try to degrade you to put you in a vulnerable position believing no one else will want you, don’t sugar coat your words, bite hard and let the poison flow through you fangs, strike quickly and don’t hesitate, don’t give away your power to anyone, you are a goddess, they are specks of dust in the sunlight that you shine.”
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