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OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH S01E09: Act of Grace

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“MY ARROGANCE KNOWS NO BOUNDS AND I WILL MAKE NO PEACE TODAY, AND YOU SHOULD BE SO LUCKY TO FIND A WOMAN LIKE ME” | Jenny Holzer, “Projections”

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This is a lesbian sex party invitation from 1970s San Francisco. I love that it has coffee stains on it, like it was left out on a table for a while.

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i really don't care if homosexuality "exists in other species" or if people are "born that way". it doesn't matter. because even if being gay were a choice it's a good choice to make

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i can't vibe with anyone who thinks icarus was an ignorant idiot for flying too close to the sun. "oh i'd never do that i would have remembered my father's warning and been fine". do you seriously think that after years of imprisonment, feeling the sun on your face and the open air beneath your wings, you would be able to focus on anything but the joy of being alive and free? do you actually think that if you were given the opportunity to go where nobody has never been before, you wouldn't want to push it to the limit? to dare to be the first to try what no one else has ever even thought possible? do you honestly think you're too good for your own human nature? look me in the eyes and tell me if i strapped a pair of wings to your back that could take you wherever you wanted to go whenever you pleased that you'd be careful and sensible about it. you are not better than icarus just because you have the benefit of his example.

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i think the aesthetic echo chamber created by tumblr is more dangerous than the political one bcs im self aware enough to kno my politics r radical but then me and the girlies are on here reblogging body horror and very weird erotic poetry and i get offline and interact w a real person and jokingly say something like fungus is tangibly divine in the way it facilitates the eternal dance of creation and destruction which is really creation as or by destruction and theyre like what the hell are you talking about freak. the aesthetic barrier between me and a girl in a vineyard vines tee is literally insurmountable. i find the trout to be a very nietzschean fish

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By visual artist Staiche Shitanda

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Why did we ever stop wearing 18th century clothing

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Everyone who is so sure that the Zodiac killer has been identified clearly didn’t live through that week when we all thought we’d found the author of My Immortal

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do I like angry vicious female characters because they're nuanced and interesting or do I like angry vicious female characters because I'm a raging homosexual. I guess we'll never know

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Can we go back to when horror movies were called "satellite of blood" or "theatre of blood" or "palace of the damned" and "the screaming never ends" cause like now we keep getting these one word title horror movies like Hereditary and Relic and Censor and it's like this doesn't tell me anything about the level of blood, screaming, or whether everyone in it is damned

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“if you hate tumblr so much why don’t you just delete???”

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this was over my town this morning, and i think it’s l here to finally kill me

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Todd Hido (American, b. 1968, Kent, OH, USA, based San Francisco, CA, USA), Photography (Info with each photo)

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you people left me in my enclosure without any enrichment and now i listen to the mountain goats

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a crown of candy? more like

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me, with no hint of irony: balsamic vinegar is so poetic. it tastes the way i imagine decay and rot would taste yet it’s so delicious. i’d like to write a poem about how balsamic vinegar is the natural world’s cycle of life and death in a microcosm. it is a symbol of continuance, of constant change. there’s something decadent, opulent, about how dead it tastes.

my mother, extracting the bottle of vinegar from my hands: please stop talking. go back to studying. you know so many words and still have no sense whatsoever.