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f3ral-b00k-k9 · 1 month
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You were mine before you were theirs and now you're neither.
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fawndlyvenus · 4 months
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😶🫥
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bisan-is-trying · 6 months
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I miss my cat, so much. People say he might be okay and just on an adventure, which i hope is true. It's weird how i never thought how big of a part he played in my life until he was gone. Like from the moment i open my eyes to the moment i go to bed. Every single thing, every single action reminds me of him, and i miss him.
I haven’t been studying much lately, but to be fair, even schools are shut down at the moment after many students were killed on their way to and from school. Yesterday, children and teachers were locked in schools, not allowed to leave under the threat of getting shot by idf. Parents were calling teachers only to hear their children crying on the other side of the line. The clashes lasted from the morning until maybe 10 pm? I know it's nothing compared to what the people in Gaza are facing. But 14 people died. 14 people with lives and families and hopes and dreams. They are gone now. I also know all my problems, including the loss of my cat, sound stupid compared to what the people of Gaza are facing. It never fails in making me feel guilty. I hope things get better. I hope life goes back to normal when my biggest concern was duolingo changing its UI to that stupid path thing.
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atriza · 1 year
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Heart Break💔
Told me im pretty, funny and smart.
My Charakter was a perfect start.
Didnt know if i could believe you
How did it change so fast, was i only a game to you dear friend?
Wasnt i worth trying so hard?
Or did you not know where to start?
Did I not try enough ?
Or are you some Bastard?
Kissing and hugging a girl i dont know when you had me falling for you
You were sorry and wanted to talk
I sat there and tried so hard
Wanting to keep you by my side
But I already lost you to her
Telling me later you want to friends after all the romantic things you did to me
Friends dont kiss friends like that and telling them I like you so much
Breaking my heart after telling you i'm broken and lost
Didnt care about that, the tears, the screams, it all
Only for you to be with her
Leaving me thinking
Was I good enough?
Or was it just you being a red flag i didnt noticed behind all those hearts?
Did you really like me or just the attention?
If I'm not the one for you, why were you trying so hard?
To make me feel like shit, you asshole?
Was I a Bet?
I dont know why, but it hurts to know you’re not mine
But we tried
And I learnd from meeting you
Never trust a stranger with a wolf Tattoo
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moonlilystarkina · 11 months
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Puttering along
Kind of hit a wall in the story gpose thing, but slowly getting back into it as best I can! Been practicing facial expressions since my WoL will eventually take off her mask, and been making doubly sure my hubby is okay with being tossed into it all as well as making sure I am getting things right with how he reacts to things and such.
Also attempting to not get discouraged in both posing, the attempt at good story, and her appearance since I want to give her glowing moons on her body and suck with doing that sorta thing. Don’t have the most steady of hands.I also still feel awkward as hell when half the gpose stuff I go do ends up in areas with people running everywhere.
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movinginelliptical · 2 years
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Lately, I've been struggling with my image of Harry. It's not about his image built up to be seen to general public. It's about of how I see him, what I think about him and how I perceive him.
Is necessary make the distinguish about HS brand and Harry Styles as we know. Maybe, I lost myself in this distinguish. Maybe, I got tired of making a distinguish in first place. I got a blurry perspective by my own frustrations about the cruelty of his closeted.
My feelings got twisted and I directioned the blame of an entire industry, known by being LGBTQphobic and doing much more atrocities, on him.
I started to notice my behavior when I saw myself pissed off with him about everything and anything. I realized that's happening for several months now.
After some many years, might be easy have your feelings misrepresented by the surroundings and the circumstances, but it will never be fair and right.
So, it's my time of validate and reassure my love for him. It's for me, but it's about him.
Later, when I finish it, I'll post here.
EDIT: This gonna have to wait for a while. Bad timing. Bad move, just act normal.
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vilea777 · 1 month
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sorry i cant hang out i forgot how to mimic human like behaviour
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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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owlpellet · 7 months
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i thought my laptop was on its last leg because it was running at six billion degrees and using 100% disk space* at all times and then i turned off shadows and some other windows effects and it was immediately cured. i just did the same to my roommate's computer and its performance issues were also immediately cured. okay. i guess.
so i guess if you have creaky freezy windows 10/11 try searching "advanced system settings", go to performance settings, and uncheck "show shadows under windows" and anything else you don't want. hope that helps someone else.
*yes sorry i mean usage i posted this before bed :( i do not mean the hard drive is full aaaaghhhh
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worthless-mess · 7 months
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"Are you ok?" I'm actually tired bro. From the bottom of my heart I'm tired
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jaggedjawjosh · 2 months
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moncuries · 4 months
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guess what i watched on new years (a redraw kind of)
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hamletthedane · 2 months
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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.
I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.
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likegoldintheair · 22 days
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when i say i wish people started using the reblog button more i don't mean it in a 'i want more notes' kind of way i mean it in a 'i want to read about your thoughts on this particular thing' and 'i want to have conversations in the tags' and 'i want this to feel like a community again and not like any of those boring social media platforms where artists are content creators and interactions never goes beyond a like'
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actuallymagsdump · 7 months
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fluentisonus · 4 months
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☞ THUS
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