*feels intense dirty capitalist pleasure over acquiring a new material object* my father karl will forgive me because I have a retail kink and kinks are protected even under communism
so like... not to take this too seriously but
this is a symptom of capitalist exploitation and not a personal fault. capitalism makes people do crazy things. it’s the system that needs dismantling, not some kind of internal thought policing!
Illustrations/Collages by Eric Carle
Children’s Literature
Nadine Abdel-Taif, 10, whose home in Palestine was destroyed by Israeli bombing
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Palestinian solidarity. Always. End the apartheid, free Palestine.
“Get Down” remains one of my favorite memes of all time and I am DEEPLY gratified to see the new generation grabbing it.
i used to pretend to be a horse at recess with this other girl no one liked but it got too weird for me after one day where she laid on her side and pretended to give birth to a foal and was making really agonized horse birth sounds
Olivia Jaimes’ Nancy continues to amaze and delight.
where’s that goofy comic
I'm a confusing mix of sexual frustration and sexual repulsion
another random epiphany i had on my drive home from the store was that things that are the most obvious often feel the most profound. i was looking at the sunset through my window. i was like “this is beautiful and it changes all the time so every sunset is a little different and also beautiful.” which led me to think “if you look at the earth from space, the clouds are never pink or blue or yellow or orange, they are just white and grey all the time. in space perhaps the sunsets are not very different or very beautiful.” which led me to think “the sunsets are only beautiful because i am so small.” which led me to think “so many things are only beautiful because i am so small, or if not only then they are at least much more beautiful than they might otherwise be, either because my vantage point of smallness allows me to see details that big things wouldn’t see, like when i see the flash of the sun at sunset with my little eyes on this big planet, or because my briefness finds vastness so incredible cuz it’s so much bigger than me, like when i sit under a very very old and very very tall tree.” and this was all somewhat obvious but it didn’t make the feeling of epiphany go away or diminish at all
testicle torture enthusiasts after a long day: aah time to hit the sack
how dare you make me read these words with my innocent unsuspecting eyes
Behind the scenes of Schitt’s Creek
allow me to slip into something a little more… comfortable *removes green ribbon from my neck, screaming ensues*
stop being funnier than me in the notes of my own post
Fred Hampton, Black Panther Party deputy chairman, murdered by the FBI and Chicago Police in 1969:
They have black people and white poor people and red poor people And Puerto Rican poor people and Latin American poor people Poor people of all descents. They had them caught up in their movements based on racism. We don’t think you fight fire with fire. We think you fight fire with water. We gonna fight racism, not with racism but we gonna fight it with solidarity We said we not gonna fight capitalism with black capitalism, but we’re going to fight it with Socialism. We stood up and said we’re not going to fight reactionary pigs and reactionary state’s attorneys like Hanrahan with any other reactions on our part. We’re going to fight their reactions with all us people to get together And have an international proletarian revolution.
Always remember they killed him because this works
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No...
I thought I could figure out the referent, but no. I can’t. Which murdered British boys? Someone go back and ask that elderly neighbor or I’ll never be able to sleep again.
King Edward V of England and Richard of Shrewsbury, Duke of York! They were murdered by their uncle!
She... she does
Now that’s a real fire show!
Fire mage
mentally i am here
I like to imagine that the reason you can whip around those floors at warp speed and so smoothly is that you’re running through the museum with a pair of wool socks on.
i thought the eyewitness vhs museum was a real place when i was a kid. i wasn’t a total idiot, i knew there were a few vfx things going on, but i thought it was filmed in an actual museum