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reddit is having a glitch where it puts the wrong captions over photos and it’s the only thing i care about right now
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There is people who can afford to read 100+books AND have a different, creative hobby in addiction to that, and they are functional adults?
is the interaction with art and the culture of expression considered consuming content. is reading poetry or going to an art museum considered consuming content. is listening to music considered consuming content. if watching sports is consuming content does going to a game constitute content consumption? is the implication of this poll that an accusatory finger is being pointed at you, the media consumer, suggesting that you need to interact with something other than art? how did watching a film devolve into “consuming” “content” rather than an honest interaction between a storyteller and a fellow human being? is reading a book the same type of hobby as watching tiktok? what is the purpose of dividing the ways we interact with the world into categories like this?
#just HOW#I feel guilty to indulge myself in 2/3 hours of gym in a week#I read sometimes#but not that much#I just have so many things to do to survive 🥲
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I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went "well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?" and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that's more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.
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Nina Oyama as Abby Matsuda in DEADLOCH: Season 1
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Forse non valiamo poi molto più dei nostri punti di rottura.
Non riesco a credere che quello che ci succede sia orchestrato da un Grande Regista che ci manda contro avversità per formarci nel carattere, credo nel caos ma che in questo disordine ci sia una Grande Forza Benevola che allunga una mano quando non riusciamo a rialzarci. Credo che le persone siano capaci di fare del bene e che ogni tanto, timidamente, gli riesca, e che non siamo poi così soli in questo casino di vita finché abbiamo gli uni gli altri... Ma che ci siano tante persone dimenticate e che dobbiamo cercare di guardare, nonostante tutto. Che non possiamo controllare tutto, nemmeno come reagiremo al cataclisma continuo che è la nostra esistenza, che non possiamo sempre decidere di ridere o di non pensare, io so che piangerò ancora tanto, ma forse che non sempre piangerò da sola. E adesso vado a mangiare.
#personal#rant confusi#la mia testa è un posto parecchio incasinato#però ogni tanto sono d'accordo con i miei dwmoni#specie dopo che li porto in palestra
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Favourite Designs: Linda Friesen "Nightshade" Haute Couture Gown
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i dont consider myself a 'fashion guru' by any means but one thing i will say is guys you dont need to know the specific brand an item you like is - you need to know what the item is called. very rarely does a brand matter, but knowing that pair of pants is called 'cargo' vs 'boot cut' or the names of dress styles is going to help you find clothes you like WAAAYYYY faster than brand shopping
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I offered to give the florist a hand with her deliveries again, like I did on Mother's Day, and doing it on All Saints' Day was a different and quieter experience; I liked it. The florist's husband and I went around putting flowers on graves in various local graveyards for people who don't live nearby and can't visit the graves themselves; sometimes we had a graveyard map and the right grave was marked with a little X, so there was an interesting treasure hunt aspect to it. Sometimes there was no map, only indications given by the customer. The customer is not very good at giving indications. When you're looking for the grave of someone named Bernard and your post-it note says it's the first grave on the left when you enter, but this grave says 'To my beloved grandmother', you just have to trust your instinct telling you that Bernard is elsewhere.
Another person indicated that there was a statue of a rooster near their relative's grave, but my earnest rooster search turned up nothing. (Me: "Is it possible that they mistook a real rooster for a statue?" Florist's husband: "Everything is possible.") Another level of difficulty was a village graveyard where almost everyone had the same last name, and there were several Jeannes. (Florist's husband: "Are there any other indications?" Me: "Yes. The note says the tombstone is made of grey stone." "(deep sigh)" Me: "These Jeannes already have some flowers—should I give the flowers to the Jeanne who doesn't have any?" "That's not how it works.") (😔)
But all in all delivering flowers in rural graveyards on behalf of faraway relatives of the deceased is a picturesque and peaceful activity, and you can discover interesting old-timey names. I was telling a friend earlier that doing this full-time was possibly my dream job: you get to be alone but feel close to humanity; it's calm and gives you time to think, and it's the right amount of challenging (to find Bernard). Too bad it's only really needed on All Saints' Day. I don't like driving but I could picture myself walking around with my donkey carrying baskets of flowers, going from village to village, being greeted like an old friend by graveyard cats. Crossing villages by foot involves a daunting amount of small talk—so I would travel & work at night. On nights when there are no flowers to deliver I would be content to skulk around my graveyards, waiting to be summoned. (My friend, clarifying: "Your dream job is 'nice ghoul.'")
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Reblog to put candy in your followers halloween buckets :)
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Since the booping has returned, reblog if it's okay to spam you with boops!
I wanna be polite and not spam random people without permission , ,
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