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🔹 World Food Programme:

Hunger is spreading throughout Gaza and we have only been able to bring in a third of the food people need

Famine and bitter cold haunt the lives of my families, what my families are going through is heartbreaking and difficult beyond description, your help and donations will help us save them

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Thank you all for your help with your participation and donations I am grateful to you my friends

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Character group concept art of Mad Max: Fury Road, by Peter Pound.

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Jung

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Tbh the gentrified perversion aesthetics is really tiresome because you can tell that the people in question have internalised a sense that being a pervert is what the cool kids are doing now, but they have done zero unpacking of any neuroses around sex whatsoever, so you get endless annoying posts about sex as cannibalism and sex as violence and blood and a specific kind of post reclaiming puppy play from the spectre it was five or six years ago, but then they'll lose their minds the moment you bring out real pervert guns (basic ass Freudian incest stuff; extremely basic cnc and rape fantasies vv nancy friday) and then you have to be like well how the fuck do I demonstrate to other real give no fuck perverts that I am a give no fuck pervert.

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Gendered parenting is so weird. As a little kid I was a total daddy's girl, I was told I would always try to sneak into the garage, I was always very interested in everything he was doing and would follow him around while he was working, but while my family was never the type to outright say "you can't do that because you're a girl", they simply didn't entertain the idea that I could possibly be interested in cars. Then when my little brother was born, it was just assumed he would become a mechanic like our dad because he was a boy. Even though he, unlike me, didn't like being in the garage much and wasn't all that interested in what dad was doing. Once he got to a certain age, dad started making him help and would drag him away from his actual interests for it, which lead to a lot of arguing and not much actual learning.

Gendered expectations sort of create doubles of children. There's the real child with their actual personality, interests and behaviors, and then there's the Gender Child.

My real brother hated soccer and team sports. The Gender Child that existed only the minds of the adults in his life needed to play soccer because that's what a Boy Child does.

Growing up, I always felt like adults didn't actually know me as a person and they weren't interested in getting to know me. Because they felt they'd already learned everything there was to know about me when they were told "it's a girl".

When I talk about how I never got gifts I actually liked from my relatives (to this day I still don't like getting gifts that aren't something I picked out myself), it isn't actually about the gifts themselves. I don't even remember them. What I do remember is the feeling of being given gifts that were seemingly not bought with the real me in mind. They were for the Girl Child™️ version of me. The me that adults wanted me to be, not who I actually was.

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legit so annoyed about the way the corporate media wants to paint those women waiting outside the court as crazy and as only being there because Luigi is hot. I looked up pictures of them outside the court and they all held signs and were there to send a message: "health over wealth", "denial of medical care = violence", "murder for profit = terrorism", "the United States healthcare stole my livelihood", "insurance lobbyists line politicians' pockets", "healthcare reform NOW". Yeah, they're there because he's hot for sure. Also, there were a lot of men as well but hey, that's not helping the narrative right?

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Blackpool Illuminations’ ponies sitting around a warehouse waiting for potential buyers in January of 2008.

Source

See them illuminated, Here and Here.

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sometimes i wish i could tell other women that you can just stop removing your body hair and in many cases the consequences will be way less severe than u expect. you can go to the beach with all your leg hair intact and nobody will stop you or say a thing. you can stop waxing your upper lip and people won’t stare at it the way u might be bracing yourself for. you can quit plucking your brows and eventually they will grow back into themselves and no one will even notice. like for sure women are punished for not participating in beauty rituals but i also feel like so much of it is like The Panopticon sometimes where you just convince yourself that if u stop that kind of gendered upkeep everyone will be mad and stop talking to u forever when in reality you just keep existing and nothing remarkable happens. it’s not always easy but you can kind of just stop for real

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feel like there’s overall a push in society to validate “lowbrow” art in a weird way. like the whole phenomenon of booktok defending the right to read trashy romance books (fine) but also wanting it to be seen as on an equal level with actual literature. the push for the oscar’s and other award shows to reward blockbuster movies because obviously how much money a movie makes is directly correlated with its artistic merits. i guess i will go to bat for being a pretentious freak!!!

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“I saw violence in anything with a face. I wished for a place big enough for grief, & all I got was more grief.”

— Chen Chen, from “How I Became Sagacious,” When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities (via packhunters)

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my favorite genre of images

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Kazuhiko Tsuzuki

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Salomé 1919 by Max Oppenheimer

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