A message from Anonymous
Can problematic kinks or fetishes be used in a progressive way?
A reply from fluvicoline

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do you have a land redistribution fetish

plantcry:

在這裡為你

plantcry:

在這裡為你

I guess New York is pretty good so far. I’m not, like, dead, so that’s good.

I’ve also definitely lost a little bit of weight since coming here. It’s all the walking and the schlepping and the stairs. Its good, though, I can already feel myself getting stronger and more fit (especially when it comes to stairs). Part of the weight loss comes from being too overwhelmed with my lunch choices (lol this city and food, like.) too. And ya know, saving money in general. I’ve made my money streeeeetch over the last two weeks. I’m sort of proud of myself for that. Usually I flagrantly spend without much thought and then I pay the price later. Survivin’ in the city.

Hahaha, one of the only dresses I brought with me to NY has a big hole on the side at the hem. lolololol poor intern clothes realness.

new meme

banderboucher:

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Shaquille O’Neal gently rocks Bill Gates to sleep, moments before throwing him over a house

"Have you ever looked at your body without the lens of your colonized mind?"
Key Ballah, Unlearn (via keywrites)
"[Sarah Nicole Prickett:] ‘Friendship’ deals with the loss thereof in a way that I found very true. No break-up with a man has been as devastating as estrangement from a woman I love, which feels not like an accident or an inevitability—as romantic break-ups do—but like an absolute indictment of my character.
[Emily Gould:] Yes, and I think that’s because when you break up with a man, all your friends say, “Whatever, he was an asshole. You’ll find someone better.” When you break up with a woman, nobody knows what to say. It’s a very intense, private thing to end a friendship."
This VICE interview Sarah Nicole Prickett did with Emily Gould is a treasure. (via sarahfonder)

fleurlungs:

Marina Abramovic and Ulay, Death Self, 1977. This performance consisted of the two artists seated in front of each other, connected at the mouth. They took in each other’s breaths until all of their available oxygen had been used up. The performance lasted only 17 minutes, resulting in both artists collapsing unconscious to the floor, having filled their lungs with carbon dioxide. This personal piece explored the idea of an individual’s ability to absorb the life of another person, exchanging and destroying it.