"Genesis", Oil on canvas by Matthew Cornell

Sometimes I forget how alien the world used to be. How our earth used to be entirely diffrent in so many wonderful ways. How we can never see it, but as humans we can understand and know, we can know, we can know.

beef bwroth

sex isn't sexy unless it's a little bit gross. have you forgotten that you are a divine ape? plastic smooth skin, plucked hair, painted faces, scripted reactions, scrubbed til only the smell of perfumed soap remains, proportions that are conflictingly cookiecutter yet unattainable, none of this is even a little bit interesting.

you can laugh at napoleon's "home in three days, don't bathe" letter to his wife, but there's more sexuality in that one line then there is in the entirety of the hypersexualized but painfully unsexy internet.

What are your thoughts on musk?

i hope he dies

People: what do you do with your life?

Me: i have a rich inner world

quick linguistic history lesson. the term “woke” originates from african american communities to describe being “awake and aware” of the current sociopolitical climate. this term has been used since at least the 1930s. it wasnt until 2014 during the ferguson protests that the term entered the wider vernacular. mainly as a result of black twitter. and as is common with many things coined by the black community. it was repeated and commercialized to death to the point where now most people only using it mockingly. including people on the left. the point is. “woke” is not a bad word. the alt right wants it to be one.

i may not be the prettiest or the smartest or the funniest but i sure am the sleepiest

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Yeah okay Ill reblog that!

THE RESIDENCE  (2025—) 1x02 “Dial M For Murder”

embarrassment has good bones

The world outside is too horrible to contemplate. The news is one long endless horror story. Outside it is all brutality, sadism, carnage, madness and treachery. At least the personal world contains a few moments of union, tenderness, creation. The savagery of the world outside is too great for me to bear. We all feel a part of what is being destroyed. Every bomb falls on a house we lived in, on a human being we love. And what can one do? Are we needed in this new world, can we create a new world here?

Albert Camus, from "Personal Writings," originally published in 2020

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If I cannot be free, then let me be a warning.