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catgirlsareneat · 1 year
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The internet is dead, the billionaires killed it
twitter is going to be shut down. half of reddit is locked or completely unmoderated. the entire first page of google search results are ads. tumblr does not and will never have a functioning search system and their content moderation is 100% automated. youtube only shares ad revenue with people who make snuff films for Youtube Kids. facebook is selling your grandma’s social security number under the table for like $5. web 2.0 is completely dead right
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catgirlsareneat · 1 year
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I never use this but I guess I might have to. Fuck twitter fuck Elon musk and his daddy’s emerald mine, fuck jack fuck all twitter bitches and dumb asses who bought it
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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I think you might be insane, but like, /pos
Whenever I ride in an uber or go grocery shopping and the cashier tries to make small talk with me I make up an entire "character" to larp as to them and pretend its 100% real just for fun
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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Based on a reel that’s going around for a while
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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Jesus Christ I leave for a few weeks and my followers are all my worst fears combined.
Bots and white people
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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drummer
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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All art by me. Names in order:
Theory | Fuck Thinking | Wavelength | Mesmerize | Fall | Blood in Water | Subliminal | River | Reach | Squid
These last two I made so long ago I don’t even remember how old I was. In fact these aren’t even the originals of them. I had to redownload them from discord. Always keep your original art work y’all. There are pieces I very distinctly remember making that I have lost forever and regret immensely. I still haven’t found some of my old self portrait pieces. Those were years of paintings I did in my teens I cannot ever find again. It sucks.
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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Best movie of all time. That scene still gives me chills
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You see it, don’t you? 
You’ve become a monster too.
what if that one iconic backstory scene in goncharov (1973) after he makes his first kill but as a movie poster
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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I HOPE YOU GOT A LICENSE FOR THAT YEAG
i got ur license right here
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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exquisite corpse
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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people moving to tumblr from twitter please fucking reblog art likes literally dont do anything except make the artist upset bc they have 2 reblogs and 55 likes
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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When our synagogue heard about the horrific tragedy that took place at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, it was at the same time that we were celebrating our festival of Shavuot, which celebrates God’s giving of the Torah.
As Orthodox Jews, we don’t travel or use the Internet on the Sabbath or on holidays, such as Shavuot. But on Sunday night, as we heard the news, I announced from the pulpit that as soon as the holiday ended at 9:17 p.m. Monday, we would travel from our synagogue in Northwest Washington to a gay bar as an act of solidarity.
We just wanted to share the message that we were all in tremendous pain and that our lives were not going on as normal. Even though the holiday is a joyous occasion, I felt tears in my eyes as I recited our sacred prayers.
I had not been to a bar in more than 20 years. And I had never been to a gay bar. Someone in the congregation told me about a bar called the Fireplace, so I announced that as our destination. Afterward, I found out it was predominantly frequented by gay African Americans.
Approximately a dozen of us, wearing our kippot, or yarmulkes, went down as soon as the holiday ended. Some of the members of our group are gay, but most are not. We did not know what to expect. As we gathered outside, we saw one large, drunk man talking loudly and wildly. I wondered whether we were in the right place. Then my mother, who was with me, went up to a man who was standing on the side of the building. She told him why we were there. He broke down in tears and told us his cousin was killed at Pulse. He embraced us and invited us into the Fireplace.
We didn’t know what to expect, but it turned out that we had so much in common. We met everyone in the bar. One of the patrons told me that his stepchildren were actually bar-mitzvahed in our congregation. Another one asked for my card so that his church could come and visit. The bartender shut off all of the music in the room, and the crowd became silent as we offered words of prayer and healing. My co-clergy Maharat Ruth Friedman shared a blessing related to the holiday of Shavuot, and she lit memorial candles on the bar ledge. Then everyone in the bar put their hands around each other’s shoulders, and we sang soulful tunes. After that, one of our congregants bought a round of beer for the whole bar.
Everyone in the bar embraced each other. It was powerful and moving and real and raw.
After that we moved to the outdoor makeshift memorial service at Dupont Circle. There, too, we did not know what to expect. But as we gathered around the circle, people kept coming up to us and embracing us. One man we met there told us that his daughter sometimes prays with us. Others were visiting from Los Angeles but joined in full voice, clearly knowing the Hebrew words to the song we were singing.
As we were singing, I looked over at some gay members of our congregation and saw tears flowing down their faces. I felt the reality that we are living in a time of enormous pain. But I also felt that the night was a tremendous learning experience for me. I learned that when a rabbi and members of an Orthodox synagogue walk into a gay African American bar, it is not the opening line of a joke but an opportunity to connect; it is an opportunity to break down barriers and come together as one; it is an opportunity to learn that if we are going to survive, we all need each other.
I don’t think this article got very much traction last year, but I wanted to share it again.
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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Making a pinned 📌 I guess
I have a lot of names. You can call me any of the following: Maddie, Lexi, Sharp, Ally, or Tank
Pronouns: she/her they/them. I’m a trans girl 🏳️‍⚧️and an artist 🎨 kinda
Favorite artists and musicians: Roy Fukui, MF DOOM, J Dilla, Denzel Curry, Thundercat, and Kendrick
Catch me on insta: maddison_marqu1s
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Twitter: @CatAssMF
And telegram: @Cat_tastrophee
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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minimalism is cool but have you ever had all the things you love in your room
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catgirlsareneat · 2 years
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Starting to be able to very clearly spot the Twitter twinks vs the grizzled bastards who stuck to tumblr like parasites for all these years. Unmoving in their stubbornness to change and unlimited in their word count
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