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i love you visible brushstrokes. i love you glue warped scrapbook pages. i love you awkward poems. i love you junk journal with faded receipts. i love you poorly composed journal layout. I love you unintentionally blurry photographs. i love you asymmetrical beading. i love you curling freeform crochet. i love you fingerprints on pottery. i love you reused materials. i love you improvised instruments. i love you mistakes. i love you bravery to make it anyway. i love you creativity that hasn't been wiped clean of every drop of humanity and sanitized and commodified.

poker is a hateful game that punishes people who wear their beautiful sensitive heart on their sleeve

Dear professor this assignment did not nourish my fundamentally curious soul so i did not do it No penalty full 100 points please Goodbye!

Fern Coppedge (American, 1883-1951): Winter in the Village (via Freeman's Hindman)

Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”, Glass, Irony, and God

Claudia Rankine, “Some years there exists a wanting to escape…”, Citizen: An American Lyric

anyways I made stockings this one is for Bubba

japanese promotional material of twin peaks that I found.

We all have that one friend with glimmering lines of tears below their eyes that never fade because of their perpetual state of sorrow 😂

Anni Albers. Typewriter Study, date unknown

I think one big reason why we don't consider the stars as important as before (not even pop-astrology anymore cares about the stars or the sky on itself, just the signs deprived of context) is because of light pollution.

For most of human history the sky looked between 1-3, 4 at most. And then all of a sudden with electrification it was gone (I'm lucky if I get 6 in my small city). The first time I saw the Milky Way fully as a kid was a spiritual experience, I was almost scared on how BRIGHT it was, it felt like someone was looking back at me. You don't get that at all with modern light pollution.

When most people talk about stargazing nowadays they think about watching about a couple of bright dots. The stars are really, really not like that. The unpolluted night sky is a festival of fireworks. There is nothing like it.

does this in front of you

let the contemporary record show mr beast was pretty ignorable for his whole career if you were just like, busy.

medieval gender studies

cant believe im a real person what the hell. the good lord will just make anybbody