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"Men pay a few women to look this way to convince the rest of us to look this way for free." God damn ain't that the fucking truth. Do women think before they do stuff like this?

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would love to show ancient romans the sheer number of them that are portrayed by british people in shows about rome today. this would do psychic damage to cicero i think

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I wish all of these men a slow, violently tortuous death.

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sunflowers grow in cool dark damp caves. if you take them out of these caves they immediately turn to dust and crumble

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Source: quietminimal.com

ℍ𝐚𝓵ｌ נ𝐀 𝔳คĻǤẸ

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I like art that depicts women not posing seductively or gracefully but simply existing as human beings.

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Ch👏

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Imagine being literally one of the largest brand companies in the world, literally nothing will bring you down you beat out all other competitors in soft drinks and whatever-

And you still said that wasn't enough, "we need to make our commercials use AI, we can't possibly afford film crews and animators"

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It would be funny if nuclear waste warning messages become an attraction for future historical linguists.

I mean look at this thing:

A parallel text in 7 languages, with 4 different scripts between them! And pictograms! All designed to be preserved intact!

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A Treasury of Great American Houses, 1970

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Sheep in Human Clothing

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when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)

anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.

i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”

and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.

“What?” i say.

“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.