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Ornements de la Chine : recueil de dessins pour l'art et l'industrie - Eugène Collinot et Adalbert de Beaumont - 1883 - via Gallica
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The problem is that America has beaten down its people for decades and gotten them weak and desperate and now promises a way out, a way to transcend and rise above, through selling out their fellow man. They encourage contempt and hatred as one way ticket to not being included with the masses being death marched to poverty or imprisonment or whatever other bitter end surely awaits the people they’re told are beneath them. An embarrassingly large chunk of white men are just straight up nazis these days as a way to dissociate from the rest of the carnage around them, even if they’re broke and uneducated and from an impoverished background themselves. They’ll vote for and align themselves with anything for a taste of power and control that makes them feel a little less helpless. The same goes for minorities. They’ll punch down if they think it’ll get them somewhere, even if in reality they’re punching sideways. I don’t know what else to say, really. Everybody is so incredibly hateful. We are a loveless, disrespectful nation. We are so spread thin by our government that we would sell each other out in a heartbeat for an ounce of relief. This is what we’ve come to.
It’s not even about Trump at this point. He’s gonna get in office and do whatever he does and it’s gonna be a mess but whatever. This is indicative of deeper problem. This is just the ugly consequence of the already present reality in this country that we all just despise each other. There is no solidarity and there is no love. Trump being in office or not doesn’t change the fact that America is a breeding ground for violent hatred. Trump has given people a shining example of how to give in to the worst parts of your human nature and make it the problem of everyone around them. I don’t even know what we’re supposed to do about that. I don’t know if that’s something we can come back from. And if anything COULD be done about it, Trump certainly wouldn’t do it. Honestly, Kamala probably wouldn’t have either. We are so deeply fucked.
However, I must say, if you voted for Trump, I hope that peace never finds you. Instead, I hope clarity strikes you someday like a clap of lightning and you have to live the rest of your life with the knowledge and guilt of what you’ve done and who you are as a person.
Love yall. Shit is so bleak but the world keeps spinning until it doesn’t, I guess. We can’t count on the government for literally even a shred of progress or hope so just keep up the good fight in your own personal lives. That’s literally the only thing to be done at this point. Stay safe out there. Maybe buy a gun.
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Here’s a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldn’t be there. <3
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On a train car going on forever and ever passing beautiful landscapes. Raining or sun shining or loud. Buzzing of the train all around you. Only music in your ears but you can feel the buzzing in your ankles and in your hips. Stomach just barely showing signs of hunger. A constant moment. Not smiling but content. Train car almost empty. Over mountains and through tunnels, but mostly passing green hills. Dark blue invading space in the evening and whenever it rains. You can almost smell the wet grass through the windows.
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When David Lynch fell in love with lithography in Paris
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It’s crazy the things men will do to prove they’re men
When all women have to do to prove they’re women is exist in this world full of men.
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studies of objects painted during a visit to my grandparents in Russia
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I like when people belong to a book
When a book is so read
So worn
It’s beginning to fall apart
Just a broken spine that swings open like the door to ones home
When a book is so beloved that it’s as if the reader
has been living in it
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This note, filed away in a scrapbook from a member of the Class of 1878, seems to date from ca. 1874:
“My god, Lucille, your left ankle is showing. Rod.”
Scrapbook Collection (AC026), Box 69
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nothing is awkward or cheesy if you dont give a fuck. im on this earth to have a good time not to be seen as cool
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