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Mlle Stone. Late 1890s

I’m not trying to target anyone specific here, and I understand that there are various circumstances that can make it extremely hard or genuinely impossible for certain people to organize from scratch, but I see sentiments like this (or “I wish I could do something, but there’s nothing happening around me!” or “this European organization is super cool, too bad I live in America where these things don’t happen”) so often that I start to wonder where people think organizations come from

They aren’t created ex nihilo by some kind of organizing fairy. Activist projects, no matter how big, are started by people - and, ultimately, by a person who had an idea or saw a problem and decided to bring together friends and accomplices to do something about it. You don’t have to wait for someone else to be that person - if you want to be a part of something, you can start it yourself!

And again, I recognize that not literally every single human being is capable of doing that, but I see this kind of wistful “I wish I could do that” line of logic so much that I’m starting to think people genuinely believe they can’t, even when they can. You just need to do it

And especially right now, it’s exactly the people with nothing happening around them who need to do this most of all

Aneurin Barnard as Richard III in THE WHITE QUEEN (2013)

Josef Mandl - The Ghost (1898)

ouro preto, minas gerais, brasil: two girls during holy week, 1987 by claudia ferreira

death and transfiguration (1983) dir. terence davies

I will pay Fujimoto money to make Asa and Denji have an actual conversation in the next chapter

i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite

House of Scientists in Lviv, Ukraine by lukasz_mlodzins.

Big Blooms by Paul Lange

That elevator scene from Rogue One with the brightness cranked up just because.

#like look at the difference in their faces#they both know they’re not gonna make it#that’s not the point#Jyn is so concerned about Cassian#but Cassian#man he is just in awe of her#this wonderful whirlwind of a tiny woman blows into his life and teaches him about conviction and grit and hope more than he could’ve ever#expected or seen coming#and she’s tenacious and caring and merciful and kind#and he’s just taking it in#he wants to remember her face before it gets melted off#he wants to remember how she made him feel#IM GONNA EAT THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING via @dilf-din

- Sue Zhao, "A Friend"

I know who could save him