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Leonilda González (Uruguayan, 1923-2017) - Revolutionary Brides

Recently I’ve been seeing a lot of people going: “My mime keeps fighting with my other clowns!” And it’s like ???? YEAH NO SHIT??

I can’t believe I actually have to say this in 2023 but

Mimes are NOT social breeds!

Like, you can’t seriously expect a mime to share the same tent as a rodeo or a jester without any consequence? Unless they are raised together, your mime is just going to perceive the other clowns as a threat.

Prolonged exposure to close contact with another breed is damaging to your mime’s mental health. It’s not okay. Look after your fucking mime.

Nobody ever puts nice little pretty bracelets with charms or any cute stickers on their penis there’s so much potential if you have a penis and I feel like it’s being wasted

who suffered more: Jesus Christ (died on the cross) or me (I just want a lil kiss)

Sebastiane (1976) // dir. Derek Jarman, Paul Humfress

DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE NEANDERTHAL CHILD WITH DOWN'S SYNDROME? Because they're all I've been thinking about when I'm sad for the past few days. Their existence makes me less sad.

Objectification

To be human is to live in all the things we keep around us

A nest full of shiny objects we’ve collected

That make us feel at one with the world

To live and die in these objects

A bit of soul left behind in every knickknack

A coffee mug that says Ethyl, which was painted in Alaska

You found it in a second hand store

And now when you drink coffee each morning you toast

To Ethyl, a stranger

When you die someone else will toast to you

With Ethyl’s mug

Generations of strangers live inside a coffee cup

“It reminds me of how she held on to someone she didn’t even know,

Didn’t want to forget or have her be forgotten”

My favorite mug will hold my soul when I die

And you can have it, toast to me every morning

Or with every evening tea

I want to live on in your coffee dregs

Long after I’ve passed

Maybe life really ends when the living forget us

And all these ceramic elephants, matryoshka dolls, carnival glassware

Will immortalize us as stories solidify

And simplify our existence

What will you live in when you die?

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