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I went outside to the real world and there was nuance. it was fucking terrifying stay safe y'all
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#he's right and he should say it
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Punk in Poland, 1990
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con hangover and i wasn't even there. misha collins i am at your door
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STACKEDextras ➙ Does he even know you're knocked up?
12.8 LOTUS Written by Eugenie Ross-Leming & Brad Buckner Directed by Phil Sgriccia Original Air Date: December 8, 2016
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          I want to go       up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,    her hungry pretty blank face turning to me,  her pitiful beautiful untouched body,  his arrogant handsome blind face turning to me, his pitiful beautiful untouched body, but I don’t do it. I want to live. I  take them up like the male and female  paper dolls and bang them together  at the hips like chips of flint as if to  strike sparks from them, I say Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.
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I often forget that not everyone reads gay fanfiction
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Daniel Arthur
Pizza Boy II
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Woman reading a letter by Pierre-Alexandre Wille, 1775.
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Me: Hey, it's that show I kept seeing ads for in 2018! Maybe I'll watch I-
She ra: Abuse isn't as simple as being born bad. It's a learned trait that is extremely dangerous and hard to stop. Even the most likable, trust worthy seeming people can be abusive. Someone can love you more than anything and abuse you. Abuse isn't just hitting. Abuse isn't just a sad backstory, it changes how you view the world and yourself and every relationship you have. The idea that there's a set point where you become irredeemable is dangerous, not because you're not allowed to not forgive but because deciding you're beyond forgiveness so you might as well just keep digging is extremely destructive to everyone around you. It's important to recognize abusers can love not because that means you have to forgive them, but because you need to acknowledge you are capable of abuse. And that you can stop. You can change and become a better person. Bad traits are often learned and you are not static, no one is. The most dangerous thing is to view the world as black and white or unchanging. Even people who started out kind and loving can become abusive. Even people who started out cruel and abrasive can become gentle and kind. Good is not a constant thing. You don't get to act however just because you were Good in the past, so you will always be good. You are not irredeemable just because you were bad in the past, you can keep going and change it. Good and bad are not static. You are alive. You have a choice.
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The Last Day of Pompeii, by Karl Bryullov
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“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. [...] When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”  🩸
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“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.” 🌻
Two souls, reunited.
(quotes from Madelline Miller's The Song Of Achilles)
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Frank Bramley - Weaving a Chain of Grief (1887)
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