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bunch of different rothko paintings and i made them black and white and lowered the contrast. some of them i inverted too. nothing even matters in this life

i have no gaydar when i comes to gen z straight guys ..what do you mean “girlfriend” you have comme des garçons heart converse on your feet bro say something sweet to me

"Recently I have been doing a lot of reading and have noticed something exceedingly interesting in the books by the anarchists Bakunin, Kropotkin, Reclus, and Malatesta. They and the other anarchists all start by discussing astronomy. Then they expound on biology. Then they finally discourse on human society. As I tire of reading and raise my head to gaze outside, the first things I see are the heavenly bodies, the movement of the clouds, the leaves of the Paulownia tree, sparrows, black kites, crows; and then, lowering my gaze, the roof of the cell block across the way. It is exactly as if I were reviewing in practice what I was just reading. I am always ashamed at how very shallow my knowledge of nature is, so from now on I have decided to study nature fully." - Osugi Sakae, letter from prison to Kotoku Shusui

Worlds of Ursula K. Le Guin (2018), dir. Arwen Curry

The next line of her speech is also great: “Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings.”

Speech in Acceptance of the National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters

To the givers of this beautiful reward, my thanks, from the heart. My family, my agents, my editors, know that my being here is their doing as well as my own, and that the beautiful reward is theirs as much as mine. And I rejoice in accepting it for, and sharing it with, all the writers who’ve been excluded from literature for so long — my fellow authors of fantasy and science fiction, writers of the imagination, who for fifty years have watched the beautiful rewards go to the so-called realists.

Hard times are coming, when we’ll be wanting the voices of writers who can see alternatives to how we live now, can see through our fear-stricken society and its obsessive technologies to other ways of being, and even imagine real grounds for hope. We’ll need writers who can remember freedom — poets, visionaries — realists of a larger reality.

Right now, we need writers who know the difference between production of a market commodity and the practice of an art. Developing written material to suit sales strategies in order to maximise corporate profit and advertising revenue is not the same thing as responsible book publishing or authorship.

Yet I see sales departments given control over editorial. I see my own publishers, in a silly panic of ignorance and greed, charging public libraries for an e-book 6 or 7 times more than they charge customers. We just saw a profiteer try to punish a publisher for disobedience, and writers threatened by corporate fatwa. And I see a lot of us, the producers, who write the books and make the books, accepting this — letting commodity profiteers sell us like deodorant, and tell us what to publish, what to write.

Books aren’t just commodities; the profit motive is often in conflict with the aims of art. We live in capitalism, its power seems inescapable — but then, so did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art. Very often in our art, the art of words.

I’ve had a long career as a writer, and a good one, in good company. Here at the end of it, I don’t want to watch American literature get sold down the river. We who live by writing and publishing want and should demand our fair share of the proceeds; but the name of our beautiful reward isn’t profit. Its name is freedom.

Thank you.

Reminder that twitter is now an informal, unregulated (i.e. warrantless) information source for Trump administration use.

2010. A Japanese woman sits down to take photos of her shiba inu dog for her blog. Suddenly, a man leaps out of a time portal. "Sorry, I can't let you do this. I cannot tell you why." She asks: "Is it forbidden knowledge from the future?" He sighs: "No, it's just too fucking stupid to explain."

THE FUCKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

United States, Frankly Fucking Phenomenal Carlsbad Caverns Souvenir, c. 1960s.

Not lit up, lit up, and a variation on lit up. A souvenir I can absolutely get behind. Bangin’.

pic i took years ago while driving home from work past the scary snail playground. i stopped in the night and pointed my headlights at it

nyctinasty: one of the movements of plant waking and sleeping

if you are my online friend or mutual then i automatically assume you are transgender. if you aren't you have to come out to me as cis

YALL THE ONION BOUGHT INFO WARS IN THE BANKRUPTCY AUCTION

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST POSSIBLE OUTCOME ARE YOU KIDDING ME