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  • stranger: (crouches down to pat my clown) wow what breed are they?
  • me: 1930s traveling hobo crossed with a 1980s washed up carnie - we think there might be some french mime in there on the hobo side
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fatimamononoke:

being 100% comfortable around somebody is something that is so rare but when you find it, it is so beautiful, and safe, and comforting.

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theymightbeyonce:

the distinction between “crafts” and “fine art” is probably driven by misogyny and the devaluation of women’s labor

art forms that have traditionally been practiced by women like embroidery are devalued and called just “crafts” while art forms that women historically were mostly barred from (painting, sculpture) are “fine art”

Also racism; African and Indigenous art is considered crafts whereas only white forms are “art”

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mamoru:

turbro:

mamoru:

I had a dream that unless the teacher told us class was over, we were forbidden from going out the door. Our teacher was very forgetful, and maybe even malicious. After being forced to stay past sunset many days, my class decided we were going to break out every night. Eventually our attempts led us to discovering rifts in space-time where we could warp. So we never used the door. Checkmate.

the window

what? you going to critique my dreams? my subconscious creations, that I did by accident, while asleep? the chemicals in my brain? are you going to use your foul eyes and dissect all of the plotholes in my dreams? you going to critique the weather? harass the clouds? make fun of thunder for being off key? remind me to come to your house and shred your shoes

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yaoi-blcd:

Old Xian update of [19 Days] translated by Yaoi-BLCD. Join us on the yaoi-blcd scanlation team discord chatroom  or 19 days fan chatroom!

Previously, 1-54 with art/ /55/ /56/ /57/ /58/ /59/ /60/ /61/ /62/ /63/ /64/ /65/ /66/ /67/ /68, 69/ /70/ /71/ /72/ /73/ / 74/ /75, 76/ /77/ /78/ /79/ /80/ /81/ /82/ /83/ /84/ /85/ /86/ /87/ /88/ /89/ /90/ /91/ /92/ /93/ /94/ /95/ /96/ /97/ /98/ /99/ /100/ /101/ /102/ /103/ /104/ /105/ /106/ /107/ /108/ /109/ /110/ /111/ /112/ /113/ /114/ /115/ /116/ /117/ /118/ /119/ /120/ /121/ /122/ /123/ /124/ /125/ /126/ /127/ /128/ /129/ /130/ /131/ /132/ /133/ /134/ /135/ /136/ /137/ /138/ /139/ /140/ /141/ /142/ /143/ /144/ /145/ /146/ /147/ /148/ /149/ /150/ /151/ /152/ /153/ /154/ /155/ /156/ /157/ /158/ /159/ /160/ /161/ /162/ /163/ /164/ /165/ /166/ /167/ /168/ /169/ /170/ /171/ /172/ /173/ /174/ /175/ /176/ /177/ /178/ /179/ /180/ /181/ /182/ /183/ /184/ /185/ /186/ /187/ /188/ /189/ /190/ /191/ /192/ /193/ /194/ /195/ /196/ /197/ /198/ /199/ /200/ /201/ /202/ /203/ /204/ /205/ /206/ /207/ /208/ /209/ /210/ /211/ /212/ /next/

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Prometo mirarte como si estuviese observando las estrellas.
Y eso no se lo digo a cualquiera (via estrellas-sin-color)

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Me llamo David, pero algunos me llaman Antonio. Tengo una hermana filóloga y sádica que se desdobla en un biólogo alto mientras hay sol. Ella fue la que me metió en todo este berenjenal lleno de gatos y porno que ustedes llaman tumblr. Mientras yo busco qué hacer con mi vida, tómense la libertad de cotillear a su antojo. Y que comience el juego.
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