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many indigenous people (like the navajo tribe) dont look at the eclipse

elamites are posting on denver lex

#idk it rubs me the wrong way

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"Hey how is it going?"

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hey im free later if you wanna like get married or merge souls or something

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………… love u siken

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if yall ever want like serious advice from me about how to solve burnout as a creative it's like...

literally ignore it. stop pushing. go do something else, enjoy your life, fill it with other things, do what brings you joy in the moment if you can.

go to the gym, take a walk to touch grass and look at dogs and smell flowers, cook dinner, watch tv with your friends, talk about your feelings as needed with ppl you trust, take a drive and blast your music, do the chores you need to do, the job hunting slog you need to do, read books that aren't for research, stop cordoning off your brain for The Craft or The Draft or whatever the fuck

forget about the project, stop thinking about it for as long as it takes to be excited again.

fuckin rest, basically

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i still think the funniest way a celebrity has ever been "cancelled" was when we found out DJ Khaled didnt eat pussy

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choices made in anger is such a crazy image. if you know what i'm talking about

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Weekend plans, Ravi Amar Zupa (@raviamarzupa - prints!)

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John Cooke (British, 1929–2018) - Winter Evening, My Studio

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Alexander McQueen Autumn / Winter 2024

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Rotating Sandwich Mood Board

Rotating Sandwich Mood Board

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one fucked up part of my sweet crusty dog dying is how bad it hurt to cry bc i am less than a week post op and my abs are weak

#tw pet death #and i dont want to email my professors thats embarrassing

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we've been living in this apartment for two months now, and while we've observed most of our new neighbours (my slavic Windowsill Watcher Grandmother gene already activated), I don't think they had the chance to see us often enough to recognise us yet.

I do know, however, from my observations, that the tiny funny dog upstairs is called Gucio. I've passed him once or twice during his walk and heard his owners use the name - and, while both the dog and his owners are oblivious to our existence, Gucio became an apt topic of discussion in our house. you know, we hear barking, ha, that's Gucio, he must be home alone again! or there's a stick left by the building door, that must have been brought by Gucio and he was forced to abandon it before entering! a household name, really.

yesterday as I was leaving to go to the store, walking down the narrow staircase, there he is! tiny funny looking dog, slightly startled by me suddenly appearing on the floor he just reached on his tiny funny looking legs.

"good morning Gucio!" I say joyfully, the most natural thing in the world.

well. remember that Gucio doesn't really know me. so he looks at me in the most flabbergasted way a dog can look at a person. he is positively aghast. agog! not sure how aware dogs are of their own names but he seemed genuinely puzzled at the apparent stretch of social convention.

and as I try to contain my laughter, I see his owner standing on the stairs below. the woman is sort of awkwardly frozen, speechless, and she looks at me.

"you... know each other?" she asks.

is that not the funniest way to phrase it. is this not the funniest question she could have asked. ma'am do you know my dog? you went to school together perhaps? you've met? do tell, are you old friends? maybe you worked together? you know each other, my dog and you? this dog? you know him? he knows you? he never mentioned you I'm afraid

#i have had people say hi to my dog and had to be like how do you know her #i just accepted her popularity