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Peach juice best drug

Bye I’m going home today

Lazzaro Felice (a.k.a. Happy as Lazzaro) (Alice Rohrwacher, 2018)

TATIANA AN (b.1992, Ukrainian based in the Netherlands).

"Just a Wonderful Day" (2024).

Acrylic on canvas

happy

bring back thigh riding 2025

Molly Brodak

why do things even have dress codes. who gives a shit about anything

NBC News

Father of 18-year-old fatally shot by Ohio police charged with hitting and killing deputy with car

Ryan Hinton was killed by an officer who was responding to a report of a stolen vehicle on Thursday morning, officials said.

If cops are gonna kill Black people indiscriminately then it’s only fair pigs get roasted indiscriminately. This man is a hero.

this

A hora da Estrela (Suzana Amaral, 1985)

This South Korean man has been standing in front of the Israeli embassy in Seoul for over 380 days, braving the rain, cold, and loneliness — in solidarity with the Palestinian people and in protest against the genocide in Gaza.

Despite the distance and language barrier, his human conscience stands firmly with us.

Meanwhile, Sami's family in Gaza continues to endure hunger and bombing. They've lost their home and loved ones — but not their hope.

Every action counts. A like, a share, a donation - each one can bring light to those still living in the dark. Donate here.

Billy Elliot (2000)

kind of obsessed with this hinge response

not sure if anyone is interested in this but here is a list of the most joyfully vital poems I know :)

You're the Top by Ellen Bass

Grand Fugue by Peter E. Murphy

Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro

Everything Is Waiting For You by David Whyte

Lawrence Ferlinghetti Is Alive! by Emily Sernaker

Instructions for Assembling the Miracle by Peter Cooley

Catalogue of Unabashed Gratitude by Ross Gay

Barton Springs by Tony Hoagland

Footnote to Howl by Allen Ginsberg

Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman

Tomorrow, No, Tomorrower by Bradley Trumpfheller

At Last the New Arriving by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

To a Self-Proclaimed Manic Depressive Ex-Stripper Poet, After a Reading by Jeannine Hall Gailey

In the Presence of Absence by Richard Widerkehr

Chillary Clinton Said 'We Have to Bring Them to Heal' by Cortney Lamar Charleston

Midsummer by Charles Simic

Today by Frank O'Hara

Naturally by Stephen Dunn

Life is Slightly Different Than You Think It Is by Arthur Vogelsang

Ode to My Husband, Who Brings the Music by Zeina Hashem Beck

The Imaginal Stage by D.A. Powell

Lucky Life by Gerald Stern

Beginner's Lesson by Malcolm Alexander

Presidential Poetry Briefing by Albert Haley

A Poem for Uncertainties by Mark Terrill

On Coming Home by Lisa Summe

G-9 by Tim Dlugos

Five Haiku by Billy Collins

The Fates by David Kirby

Upon Receiving My Inheritance by William Fargason

Variation on a Theme by W. S. Merwin

Easy as Falling Down Stairs by Dean Young

Psalm 150 by Jericho Brown

Pantoum for Sabbouha by Zeina Hashem Beck

ASMR by Corey Van Landingham

A Welcome by Joanna Klink

From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee

At Church, I Tell My Mom She’s Singing Off-Key and She Says, by Michael Frazier

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Sorrow Is Not My Name by Ross Gay

You Can't Have It All by Barbara Ras

We Were Emergencies by Buddy Wakefield

To the Woman Crying Uncontrollably In the Next Stall by Kim Addonizio

Monet Refuses the Operation by Lisel Mueller

The City Limits by A.R. Ammons

There Is a Lake Here by Clint Smith

TWIN PEAKS: FIRE WALK WITH ME dir. David Lynch, 1992

Heart Evangelista at 21

When the painter said, OK, you guys, take off your clothes! I startled at the plural, assuming I’d been engaged to model by myself. But then the dark-skinned god I knew as Aaron from my Econ class unzipped his jeans, and dropped them, grinning, on the floor. So I did, too, and clambered up beside him on the plywood box that elevated us above the clutch of paint-stained easels. Thoughtfully, the students posed our naked bodies. Someone fluffed the crispy hair between my legs into a dark brown bristling fan. And someone pinched the sides of Aaron’s face to pinken up his cheeks. Privately, I installed myself inside that mental space where I had hidden as a child when the world could be aborted no other way …

It was part of my plan to walk unclothed among the portraits my unclad body had provoked. So when we broke for lunch, the students lunging in a herd out back to smoke, I did. If you had asked me then why I modeled, I’d have said, to overcome my bourgeois insecurities, to combat my fear of what might happen if I showed myself completely naked to someone else. But if you asked me now? I’d describe the privilege of walking among a museum of strangers’ images devoted to oneself, and tell you what a privilege it was to see myself the varied ways that others did.

Some silly fellow had painted nipples on me the size and shape of frying eggs. Another jokester had shrunk them down as small as M&Ms. But someone serious and sad had shared a vision of my head as a clotted orb of hair and mouth, and brushed in underneath, a body headless as the horseman in the myth. Then I seemed to walk into the darkroom of my mind’s own eye and saw the self I’d always felt inside but never known: a complicated, unsmiling creature with a fear-tinged face. Around her the aura of something golden was fighting with whip-like straps of something black. She was staring straight into the future, trying to get out, trying to conceal her fear, completely unaware of how it glistened and glowed, and of how irresistible it was for the artist to spread it across the canvas so that everyone could see.

kate daniels, when I was the muse

Harrison Wood Hsiang

The San Francisco Examiner, California, February 25, 1935

SABRINA THE TEENAGE WITCH | 1.05 - A Halloween Story

idgaf if my parents are disappointed in me I'm not impressed by them either

Maybe you didn’t personally drop bombs on innocent Yemenis, but the guy whose plane you performed maintenance on did. Maybe you didn’t shoot that 14 year old Iraqi kid who got too close to wire, but the guy you provided medical care did. Maybe you didn’t sexually assault that woman in Okinawa, but the guy who ate in your mess hall did. The vast majority of military service roles are non-combat. Their only purpose is to enable the combatants who carry out the crimes of the American empire.

“A bagh nakh (tiger claw weapon) with curved blade. India, 19th century”

沖縄の花・ハイビスカス

“People were just smaller back then”

Nope. Fat people have always been here, aren’t going anywhere, and have always been beautiful and worthy of respect.