And as I said, the real will win out, as always. And we’ll be as fucked as we ever were.
Q:Are you the kind of person who would pick up and wear a Talk to Me badge? I'm fascinated by this
I would be covered in both Do and Don’t Talk To Mes because I’m socially conflicted like that
I’M FUCKING SCREAMING OMGGGGGG THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE 90S TO ROMANTICIZED BY NON-90S KIDS FUCK
I feel like a legend.
This makes me so uncomfortable.
Welcome to my nightmarish adolescence. This is so inaccurate and painful and, oh, help me.
this is charmingly terrifying
also don’t romanticize jean jackets
also people only cared about that music because they thought that → (lead to) sex
and black nail varnish, as cool as it is now, had some *serious* shitty social stigma attached to it, and often enough not in some ‘edgy’ sense
and 90s kids mostly certainly did not use their brains (did you even watch Kids???)
A nun plucks penises off a phallus tree.
Roman de la Rose, c. 1325-1353. (Paris, Bibliothèque nationale de France, MS. Fr. 25526, f. 106v.)
"In 1865 the British Governor of Jamaica, EJ Eyre, ordered a retaliatory massacre of Blacks for the killing of a few whites; this revealed to many English people the the injustices and horrors of colonial life; the subsequent debate engaged famous public personalities both for Eyre’s declaration of martial law and massacre of Jamaican Blacks and against him. In time, however, the case was forgotten, and other ‘administrative massacres’ in the empire occurred. " — Culture & Imperialism (EW Said, p130)
GAZA CITY, Gaza Strip (AP) — Israel struck symbols of Hamas’ control of Gaza and the strip’s only power plant on Tuesday, escalating its military campaign against the Islamic militant group with the heaviest bombardment in the fighting so far.
Source: Associated Press
Let me guess: Hamas was hiding behind doctor-journalist children that weren’t supposed to be there, and Israel—with a knife to its neck—was forced to bomb the only power plant in a territory it already occupies because reasons.
To publicly vent or not to publicly vent about shitty PR people “interested in [my] work”–that is the question
I tend not to despair when I’m gravely offended, especially by violent arrogance. I tend to get angry, and wrathful, and seek avenues of justice befitting a Greek myth. I assume this is always the healthy way to respond.