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hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmsstuff · 11 months

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Asylum

Oil on canvas

36" x 36"

2023

#Trying this cool new thing where I post my art?#maybe #my art #@boynamedsueglass #if ya wanna see more art on my insta #painting #oil painting #bird #baby bird #southern gothic #barbed wire #break free #art

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dreams-incorporated · 3 months

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I can not take it anymore

#weirdcore aesthetic #weirdcore #oddcore #blue #yellow #free #freedom #break free #liminal #liminality #liminal space #liminal spaces #liminal aesthetic #weird #edit #nostalgia #nostalgic #dreams inc

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tiktoks-repost · 1 year

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#tiktok #tik tok #memes #bad bunny #ariana grande #music #carpool karaoke #james corden #break free #karaoke #funny

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you-need-not-apply · 21 days

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Me: okay let’s put the radio on juts for the last bit of the drive

Radio: OPENING NOTES OF I WANT TO BREAK FREE BY QUEEN AT 700% VOLUME

Me, also at 700% volume: FUCK YEAH BABY

My neighbour walking their dog on the street passing me at the same time I yelled this: 😀

#queen #radio #music #break free #i want to break free

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trinalwilliams · 26 days

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The source keeps giving you an opportunity to grow, POOR thing… You keep choosing the dark side. Let go of your past and start a new..

Tlw

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artofkhaos404 · 1 month

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I'm tired of rebellion only being acceptable if you rebel in a politically correct fashion.

I'm tired of hate speech being acceptable as long as it's directed at the "correct group."

I'm tired of watching the church bow down to deranged elitists and corrupt government.

I'm tired of truth being manipulated.

I'm tired of cancel culture being normalized.

I'm tired of intolerance being tolerated.

I'm tired of skin color being a factor in judging and loving others.

I'm tired of equality turning into revenge.

I'm tired of gender defining identity, expectations and capability.

I'm tired of the "kill all men" twisted doctrine.

I'm tired of misogyny and chauvinism.

I'm tired of the boxes and the stereotypes...

With no space allowed to exist in between.

Let's start a proper revolution.

A revolution of love.

A revolution of proud existence, proud resistance and total disregard to what is considered "acceptable."

A revolution they can't dictate. They can't profit from. They can't control.

A revolution they can't stick in boxes of left or right or central or up or down or sideways.

Anarchy in its purest form.

Reblog if you see through the political mind manipulation games of the modern world.

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cranberrymoons · 10 months

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break free

prompt: pool (@steddiemicrofic) word count: 442 rating: t? they're smoking

He settles a hand on Robin’s ankle, easy and loose-boned and half-high. He can hear the kids’ voices drifting out from inside, their conversation escalating into a full-blown shouting match over which Stephen King adaptation is best (it’s Christine, obviously, and Steve will broker no argument; he’s been forced to see them all at this point). He watches a block of stars wink in and out of existence in the patchy sky overhead as the sound of Eddie’s voice cuts through the chatter in an attempt to draw them all back into their campaign.

He takes a deep breath, and it catches in his chest.

“Hey, can I, uh- ask you something?”

Robin hums lazily, slumped in her seat. “Always.”

He taps ash over his armrest onto the ground and picks at his tumbnail. He’s staring into his lap when he says, over the rushing in his ears, “Do you ever feel weird?”

She’s silent for a beat, and when he looks over at her, she shifts, sitting up straighter.

“Weird?”

He blinks. His hands shake. “Different. I don’t know.”

He listens to her release a careful breath. “Okay,” she says. Her voice is quiet, attentive. “Are we talking like, scary Upside Down-y, spores-inside-my-brain different? Or- ”

“No, it’s not- that.” He shakes his head, squints over top of the covered-up pool and out at the treeline to the spot where Jonathan Byers had once crouched in the dark, snapping photos of a demogorgon eating Barb Holland. “I don’t know. No.”

“I mean, I think you’d know if- ” She draws his attention with a hand on his shoulder. “Is it a head thing?” she asks, over-enunciating in that way she does when she’s trying to make it easier for him to focus. “Because if you’re seeing spots again…”

He sniffs and shakes his head, and she leans forward to wrap an arm around him and tug him close so she’s speaking directly into his broken fucking brain when she says,

“Steve.” Soft. “Babe.”

“Yeah.” His heart is in his throat. “Sorry, I mean- my ears have been sort of… ringing lately, I should definitely see a doctor, but no, I- it’s not a monster thing.”

It’s very quiet outside now. The kids have calmed down, lulled into submission by the steady rhythm of Eddie’s voice guiding them through a dark cave which Steve knows for a fact has an evil elf hidden inside it. His chest clenches.

“You know I love you, right?” she asks, right up close to his good ear. “In every conceivable way. Almost”

He does know. He also knows that she knows what he’s about to say.

[also on ao3]

#steddie #stobin #stranger things #my fic #steddiemicroficjuly #hi lol i don't even know if this counts because it's very pre-steddie-steve very hesitantly trying to come out to robin #but! you said pool and this is what came out of my brain so #sue me; i just love them #break free #steddiemicrofic

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x-heesy · 2 months

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𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 ☮️ 🍄

Why?

King of lies is alive

Look around, look inside, infidel!

Infidel!

(Infidel!) It begins here, it ends now

The prince must pay his head or the crown

Rob the poor, slaughter the weak

Distort the law, perfect deceit

Do I need a gas mask?

Should I get inoculated?

Will this war last?

Will we be incinerated?

False gods, death squads, blind!

This is a catastrophe

Weapon systems activated, puritans have invaded

This is a catastrophe

To protect against the threat

Order must be kept

Do I need a gas mask?

Should I get inoculated?

Will this war last?

Will we be incinerated?

False gods, death squads, blind!

The elephants march to war

Concede!

Conform!

Concede!

Conform!

Deny the big lie!

My tribe

Join me

Alliance of defiance in the warhead

Alliance of defiance

All are welcome here

Give me your tired, give me your sick

Give me indulgence, decadence

Give me your tired, give me your sick

Give me indulgence, decadence

Give me your tired, give me your sick

Give me indulgence, decadence

He lied, they died, keep the peasants terrified!

This is a catastrophe

You must lead if they get me

On my command!

Break free, break free, break free, break free

Warhead by Otep

@invincible-selfxmade-punk @frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut @bigbonzo @inbetweenneeds

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malencholic-nyx · 1 year

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I ask my parents why they did this to me,

Why they hurt me so deeply, why they couldn't see.

They always tried to control me, in every way,

Dictating what I wore, what I did, what I'd say.

"Don't go here, don't sit there, don't act like that,"

Their words like chains, holding me back.

I cut my hair and wear clothes I choose,

But they say, "You're a girl, you can't do what you please."

"Behave yourself, what will people say?"

Their words cutting deep, like a knife's cruel sway.

They wanted me to hide, to keep everything inside,

To never speak up, to never confide.

But I couldn't live like that, I needed to break free,

To find a way to heal, to be who I want to be.

(Break free) by –Nyx

#poetry #writers and poets #break free #my voice #new poets corner #spilled poetry #ranting #desiblr #artists on tumblr #poem #spilled tears #words from the artist

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random-xpressions · 5 months

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And someday you suddenly wake up with a disgust for almost everything that's happening around the world and the fact that in some way or the other the actions and doings of others affect you in small and big ways. Someday you wake up and start seeing things for what they're - ugly lies wrapped in beautiful covers. You wake up and see all the hypocrisy around. You wake up and see the futility around. The purposelessness, the wild goose chase, the rat race, the delusional worlds that are being constantly created. And somehow you're stuck as a part of this large system, entangled in its web, lost in its never ending mazes, a hole that has been designed in such a manner that you are unable to come out. From governments and their illegitimate taxes, from banks and their unjustifiable interests, from trading and their evident adulterations, from education and their vested goals - there barely remains a phase of our lives that's outside the influence of such exploitation. What truly surprises me is the fact that billions of humans still believe that they are FREE & LIBERATED. They still celebrate independence days and participate in freedom parades not knowing that human history has never witnessed such mass slavery as is happening today right in front of our eyes and under our noses. Chains are missing but humans have never been enslaved the way we are today. But who would ring the alarm because it seems like everyone have their own interests associated with the current system and if someone somewhere exposes the propaganda, then he's somehow effaced from the very existence or thrown behind bars - thus continues an ever lasting silence, and well, sitting here pondering about all this, the only conclusion I can come up with is that nights don't last forever. The dawn is near. The fight between good and evil is eternal. Wherever there has been a Pharaoh, there will rise a Moses. Where there has been a Goliath, there comes a David!

Random Xpressions

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bonerdonorxxx44 · 5 months

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