I did something I never throught I'd like and I saw God
This photo made my day. Solidarity with #GiselePelicot and all survivors.
I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.
Erma- Colorful Imagination
rudiment
Sennen Cove, Cornwall, England
if you’re in high school right now you gotta start writing poetry trust me on this, it’s cringe, poetry kids are pretentious, you’ll look back on it and be embarrassed, and it is literally the best thing you could be doing right now. The world is in dire need of more crappy teenage poetry
i swear to god if i don't get this adhd diagnosis within the next few months i will lose it more than i already have i literally feel useless "why do you always forget things" shut up or i'll kill you
My absolute hottest take is that, from a culturally relative perspective, no food is bad. None of it. It's an expression of culture, art, history, ecology, material conditions, subjective taste. It's all inedible pap to somebody and the taste of childhood for someone else. Americans be eating cheesed burger. Pea wet is as good as gravy in Wigan. The French eat snails and the Inuit eat seal, the Germans eat sauerkraut and the Russians drink kvass, the Inca ate cavy and the Romans ate flamingo. People around the world have been eagerly awaiting their serving of simple bread or thin porridge or fermented milk product or pickled whatever-the-fuck since we learned to cook food over fire. We all love the slop we grew up eating. Food is a reflection of millennia of culture and loving human artistic expression. Attempting to extrapolate largely harmless online food banter into actual serious comparative rankings or half-baked critical analyses of cultures based on how much you subjectively don't like what they eat is a miserable way to live. Live a little. Peace and love on the only planet with food.
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