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tarredion · 5 days
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no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for
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tarredion · 18 days
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why is your cat green?
She’s built different 😌
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tarredion · 21 days
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This is what an evil boop looks like.
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tarredion · 28 days
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Nothing is funnier than having been around that time where phannies would post shit like "omg dnp are going to be apart for a week how will they cope 😭😔" which led to other ppl laughing at them because oh my god they are grown adult men surely they can handle being apart for a while only for dan and phil to basically confirm that actually yes they are unhealthily codependent and would go insane without the other person next to them and it's a problem
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tarredion · 28 days
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Help evacuate her father from Gaza
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tarredion · 28 days
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tarredion · 28 days
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I know it's not the worst thing about capitalism. But I do think there's something really *bad* about the fact that between lack of leisure time, lack of disposable income, and "hustle culture" mindset that for many, many, many people the primary/only way they are able to express their creativity and artistic aesthetics is through consumer culture. Buying stuff and displaying that stuff.
When like...making stuff. Drawing, painting, weaving, crafting, sketching is like, baked deep deep into our bones as humans.
But I know so many adults who haven't like...drawn a picture since they were children.
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tarredion · 28 days
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Children in Gaza can tell an F-16 from an F-35 from a drone. They know a whole litany of things that are beyond their years. Things that they shouldn’t have to know. Over 10,000 children have been killed in Gaza. The children who have survived have seen their families, friends and neighbors killed by the Israeli army. They have seen near-death by starvation and death by suffocation, under the rubble and by explosion. Children in Gaza do not have the luxury of death being a mystery. It is a daily presence. If a child in Gaza is hungry, they know not to throw a tantrum. They have become used to feeling hunger. The same is true of the cold. Every child in Gaza now knows what it is to be unhoused, to sleep in a tent or on the streets in winter.
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tarredion · 28 days
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tarredion · 28 days
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tarredion · 28 days
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what a way to announce your skills issue anyway how long is y'all's longest internet friendship, mine is 14 years
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tarredion · 29 days
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i can never make art again
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tarredion · 29 days
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“Military court proceedings are conducted entirely in Hebrew, the official language of the Israeli state, but one that most Palestinians in the West Bank do not understand. Military courts consistently fail to provide professionally trained interpreters, impeding the ability of the defendant and defense counsel to understand the proceedings and legal documentation attached to the case, including the charges against the defendant.” - Apartheid in the Occupied West Bank: A Legal Analysis of Israel’s Actions [2022], p.13.
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tarredion · 29 days
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i feel like the boeing whistleblower case should radicalize more people. a major airline company is producing planes with less and less regard for safety and it's starting to get noticeable. man takes them to court, which would reduce profit at the cost of public safety. he fucking dies the night that boeings legal team asks him to stay an extra day. if nothing happens about this, i hope it gets through to people that america would literally kill you for a few extra cents
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tarredion · 29 days
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tarredion · 29 days
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I audition for the role of Ophelia.
Ophelia might be 18. She might be 25. We don’t know. We know she’s young and pretty. I’m 27 and fairly pretty. I’m not young.
The director says he won’t cast someone who “looks” older than 25. I know this means he won’t cast someone who looks older than he thinks 25-year-olds look like.
The truth is, your face when you’re 27 is the same face as when you’re 25. The truth is, your face when you’re 25 is usually the same as when you’re 23. It changes sometime in the night when you’re 21.
Your face when you’re 20 is your face when you’re 18 is usually very close to your face when you’re 16. But when you audition for a 16-year-old when you’re 16, you lose the role to someone who’s 25.
You realize that all of those teenagers you watched in movies growing up were adults. They needed to be beautiful. They needed to be desired. Not awkward, growing, acne, baby fat cheeks.
That’s why you never looked like them. You wanted so badly to look like them.
Now 27 is too old for 25 and you spent your life waiting to look old enough to look young until you’re too old to look your age.
I lie. He can’t tell whether I’m 23-25-27 or whatever age at which a woman is disqualified.
I get the role. I meet the actor playing Hamlet. He’s 45. I meet the actress playing Hamlet’s mother, and she’s 30.
God forbid a woman looks like she was born before she gave birth.
Imagine if she looked like a mother.
Would Ophelia like to be a mother?
Would she have to look like one? With stretch marks and tired eyes from late nights nursing her baby?
Would she have to grow up?
Luckily for Ophelia, she drowns before she gets the chance.
Luckily for me, I still look young enough for the audience to care.
Ophelia and I leave behind a perfect corpse. And happily, because who leaves flowers at a grave with crows feet and smiles lines?
The play is a tragedy, so we don’t smile much, anyway. Luckily.
The people will cry because I’m worthy enough to die,
and happy Ophelia will never become too old to play herself.
Ophelia— a somewhat lazy poem I recently found buried in my notes app.
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tarredion · 29 days
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this was the most fun i’ve ever had <3
just a little pinof 1 doodle i did on a post-it note and then touched up digitally :))
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