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mostro-rotto · 1 year ago
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Abbiamo tutti una malattia degenerativa e incurabile che è la vita
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agelessphotography · 5 months ago
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La sortie de metro (Metro Exit), Paris, Sabine Weiss, 1955
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laithraihan · 11 months ago
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N'oubliez pas vos effets personnels
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kingofthering · 1 month ago
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SAN MARINO 2024 | Marc Marquez in his box at the end of Q2.
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vikingknight90 · 27 days ago
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ghostflower headcanon #24:
Miles definitely loves to put on background music for him and Gwen to make out to
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dezertvideogames · 6 months ago
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Artyom Through Anna's Scope
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pixiishi · 16 days ago
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read the pynch first kiss scene today and then happened upon two ravens very close together. coincidence?
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ziracona · 2 months ago
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I love that every wiki is like ‘You get to the red line and it’s revealed Pavel is a high ranking officer’ and I’m like I knew that. I mean I didn’t know he was a major specifically, but he definitely told me he was an officer when we were on the surface.
Which begs the question: did he forget he was pretending to be a grunt and let it slip, because he got so comfortable around Artyom.
Or
My personal and much more funny theory. Did he just realize it would mean absolutely like nothing 0% difference in suspicion and perception of him from Artyom if he knew he was an officer.
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sweet-pinkitty · 1 year ago
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Koi100+ | General Election 2023 My boyfriend No.1
Result Announcement
The top 30 people who made it through, the preliminary rounds and will participate in the final round are:
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crabfungi · 8 months ago
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does anyone else do that thing where you try to look up one of your interests but you accidentally end up mashing two together
the amount of times ive looked up "splaton" is concerning (splatoon, spamton)
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twentytriesbyt · 4 months ago
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T tries #theproductivitything
27 - 29/6/24, 1/7/24 | 8 - 11
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Got a lot done by the end of June
Manuscript
Call old client x 2
Add KKSP references
Training sessions
Speak with colleague about G's assessment
Read
Also went for lunch with a friend and shopped a bit :)
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sluttypatrickstar · 7 months ago
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i am never going to be good at cryptic crosswords but i am going to smash my head against them for as long as i enjoy it
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deadrlngers · 1 year ago
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love it when books come with a full map so i can check every single time the names of places that are mentioned even multiple times like a madman with bad memory
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lydskisses · 1 year ago
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s2z · 2 days ago
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Riding the rails
The journey starts in Sunshine, crammed into the well-worn bones of an Siemens Nexas, Melbourne’s stalwart soldier of the rail. It’s old-school—still does the job, still rocks with the rattle and hum of thousands of passengers every day, and today, every inch of it is packed. You’re shoulder-to-shoulder with workers, students, city-dwellers, all of them swaying in a jumbled rhythm as the train barrels toward the CBD. This isn’t some smooth glide; it’s a raw, communal push forward, the X’Trapolis clanking along, air thick with murmured conversations and the smell of early-morning takeaway coffee. Here, space is a commodity, and every seat and handrail is precious real estate.
The city is a mad scramble, as always. People disembark in waves, pouring out at each stop, only to be replaced by new faces rushing in. It’s chaos, a sort of metallic bloodstream pulsing with life. The X’Trapolis is all utility, no frills—nicks in the seats, squeaky doors, overhead announcements that crackle with half-hearted vigour. It feels lived in, real. And by the time you reach the CBD, the X’Trapolis is heaving, unloading its cargo of commuters, every one of them on a tight timeline.
You make the switch to the HCMT at Flinders Street. Now, this is a different beast. The High Capacity Metro Train was engineered to be the future, but right now, that future is nearly deserted. You step onto it, expecting another packed car, but instead, you’re greeted by a sprawl of empty seats. Maybe a couple of fellow travellers here and there, but mostly it’s quiet, empty. The HCMT is like stepping into an echo chamber, a sleek, minimalist marvel waiting for a crowd that never showed up.
Leaving the CBD, the HCMT slides through the stations and suburbs, its polished metal sheen looking almost out of place in the quieter stretches. The seats sit pristine, untouched, waiting for the full force of rush hour that, out here, never arrives. You can hear the electric hum of the tracks, every automated announcement crystal clear in the emptiness. It’s clinical, like a sterile experiment in high-speed solitude. This train was built for mass transit, but out here, you’re cruising through Melbourne’s edge like it’s some private charter.
Beyond the sprawl of the CBD, the suburbs stretch out under the morning sun, fading into the skeletal outliers on the way to East Pakenham. The HCMT barrels ahead, past stations with pristine platforms and empty benches, past new estates and construction sites, the occasional half-built house standing like a sentinel on the horizon. Inside, the quiet feels heavier by the minute, that futuristic aesthetic almost absurd in its isolation. Every line, every polished edge is all about efficiency and speed, but in this emptiness, it’s surreal, like being chauffeured through an unfinished dream.
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By the time you pull into East Pakenham, the HCMT feels like it’s barely broken a sweat. This thing was built to handle Melbourne at full capacity, but right now, it’s overkill—like bringing a spaceship to a go-kart race. You step off, back onto solid ground, watching as the train idles, gleaming, ready for the rush that isn’t here yet. It’s a strange, quiet end to the ride, a taste of a future that’s still waiting for the city to catch up.
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seeksstaronmewni · 2 months ago
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Dazzled by the MGM cartoon Dance of the Weed (1941) from start to finish — anyone ever think about how gorgeous and realistic backgrounds in 1940s cartoons are?
Even the dark, cloudy, eerie shots are stunning, and no one was credited for their hard work (except for Rudolf Ising of course).
Following a 4K/8K rescan of the animation cels and backgrounds, I'd go for some of these scenes' paintings...
Tweet version here.
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