Window-seat to the Soul; A place for the eyes to rest on
BEEN A CRIMINAL FOR 6,000 YEARS
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Things you will find on this blog:
-hella fandoms.
- causes
-weird funny shit
-MEMES...hella memes
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I identify the most with the woman who has a green velvet ribbon around her neck and keeps being like “DONT untie my neck ribbon or something really bad will happen” and then her husband unties the ribbon and her head falls off. this is extremely real to me. spent my whole life like “please don’t do this thing to me or really bad stuff will happen” and everyone around me being like “that sounds fake” and doing it anyway. and then my head fell off!
One thing you should do is save up the money for a really nice pair of boots. Make sure they’re properly sized, comfortable, provide ankle support, and are made of real leather or rawhide. Here in the US you can get army combat boots from like surplus stores pretty easy and those are decent; I’ve been maintaining the same pair of ACU summer boots for about 15 years now. Otherwise anything marketed as a work or hiking boot should be sufficient if it’s well-constructed and meets the above criteria. I don’t recommend steelies or metatarsals because they can be kinda hard on your feet after a few miles’ march but they’ll do if that’s all you’ve got. Also get a boot kit with a brush, oil, etc., put them away clean and dry in an open and well-ventilated space when you take them off, clean and oil them regularly. Also get a tube of shoe goo and some thimbles and leatherworker’s needles (the mattress and sailcloth needles in most sewing kits will usually suffice if ur strong).
The caption reads: “Defeated by roses. Near Turin’s Lingotto station, along a lonely path, Miss Guida Concetta Rinino, 28 years old, who was bringing a nice bunch of roses to a relative, was accosted by an unknown young man. The young woman, rather than losing heart, defended herself with extraordinary energy, using the bunch of flowers as a weapon. So it was that the scoundrel, his face all scratched up, had to flee. (Drawing by Walter Molino.)”
Incredible. At a distance I understand how the woman might appear to be the abuser and the man the sympathetic victim, but the second you zoom into the man’s face the pink-cheeked rage- not remorse, or rejection, or embarrassment- not heartbreak or despair- but RAGE- the deeper story speaks itself into your suspicions.
And the bit where they’re HER roses? Almost a relief, but also sadder, as she will arrive at whatever event without them, or with them destroyed.
Do you think when the righteous anger and anxiety and annoyance fade, when she arrives at her destination- will her loved ones applaud her? Will she be proud? Will her hands shake? Will she walk home with company from then out, and for how long?
In this moment, she is provoked into anger. Anger is good- it appears strong. But look at his face. Would you put it past him to linger there after dark, in case she returns alone?
What story will HE tell, of ‘I was perfectly polite, but she didn’t even give me a chance- women like that, they’d swoon for a jerk in a heartbeat, but kind and flattering men like me?…”
I love this piece. It paints both stories while illustrating the power dynamics and struggles at play. This should be shown in art classes
Starting off my challenge to make 1 zine every week until march, it’s some of my favourite baby birds!
I’m doing this challenge to try to kick my habit of overthinking and never starting stuff, though I will admit I’m posting this now on my self-appointed deadline day because I spent the whole week overthinking, gotta start somewhere I guess. Once I forced myself to just sit down and just start drawing it only took me an hour which makes me feel a bit silly
Don’t chase after the affection of people who make you feel like you’re difficult to love. Not from parents, not from partners, not from friends. You can’t fill up someone with your love in the hopes that it will give them enough to share a little with you. People who truly love you will not make you beg for it.
Also, you don’t Earn love. Trust, respect, admiration: those things you can earn. Love is freely given. It doesn’t end when someone is upset with you, and you don’t have to prove you deserve it.
Luke has the universal Jedi habit of avoiding hospitals/medbays at all cost. And not for the typical reasons of “oh i can use the force to sustain myself” or “others need the attention more”
No. its because he’s a farm boy. thats the only reason.
If you have never met a farmer, let me educate yall. Farmers would rather leave their foot blue and numb for a year before being convinced by a non farmer friend/family member to “go to the fucking hospital!”
Luke gets shot in the shoulder: pfft this is nothing, like my uncle always said “the only time you’ll see me in the hospital is when I’m brought in dead”. besides this is nothing, you should have seen what happend to my uncle when the evaporator electrocuted him while he was workin on it. his hand still functioned so it was all good! :)
