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alex

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Took a lil Polaroid of my cat

November 22, 2025 at 12:42 PM

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sout "lenakun" 999

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over the hills and far away

November 18, 2025 at 10:22 AM

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they/them might be giants ☭

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From “Black Bolshevik: Autobiography of an Afro-American Communist” by Harry Haywood. At the same time in the US, 1925, this was happening in the nation’s capital:

During my entire stay in the Soviet Union, 1 encountered only one incident of racial hostility, It was on a Moscow streetcar.
Several of us Black students had boarded the car on our way to spend an evening with our friend MacCloud. It was after rush hour and the car was only about half filled with Russian passengers. As usual, we were the objects of friendly curiosity. At one stop, a drunken Russian staggered aboard. Seeing us, he muttered (but loud enough for the whole car to hear) something about "Black devils in our country."
A group of outraged Russian passengers thereupon seized him and ordered the motorman to stop the car. It was a citizen's arrest, the first I had ever witnessed. "How dare you, you scum, insult people who are the guests of our country!"
What then occurred was an impromptu, on-the-spot meeting, where they debated what to do with the man. I was to see many of this kind of "meeting" during my stay in Russia.
It was decided to take the culprit to the police station which, the conductor informed them, was a few blocks ahead. Upon arrival there, they hustled the drunk out of the car and insisted that we Blacks, as the injured parties, come along to make the charges.
At first we demurred, saying that the man was obviously drunk and not responsible for his remarks. "No, citizens," said a young man (who had done most of the talking), "drunk or not, we don't allow this sort of thing in our country. You must come with us to the militia (police) station and prefer charges against this man." The car stopped in front of the station. The poor drunk was hustled off and all the passengers came along. The defendant had sobered up somewhat by this time and began apologizing before we had even entered the building. We got to the commandant of the station.
The drunk swore that he didn't mean what he'd said. "I was drunk and angry about something else. I swear to you citizens that I have no race prejudice against those Black gospoda (gentle-men)."
We actually fel…

Ku Klux Klan members hold a march in Washington, D.C., on Aug. 9, 1925.
Bettmann/Corbis

November 13, 2025 at 3:49 PM

alex

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I really need to get that migraine piercing and see if it works bc I can’t take this anymore

November 12, 2025 at 2:21 AM

alex

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Painting is making me feel human again

November 4, 2025 at 5:33 PM

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Frog and Toad Bot

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Frog put the cookies in a box. “There,” he said. “Now we will not eat any more cookies.”

“But we can open the box,” said Toad.

“That is true,” said Frog.

Frog and Toad hide the cookies in a box.

From "Cookies"
In *Frog and Toad Together*

October 30, 2025 at 10:37 PM

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arnaerr 🦈๋࣭⭑｡

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Abandoned church
#art

October 27, 2025 at 5:04 PM

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Ursula K. Le Guin Bot

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We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art, the art of words.

October 15, 2025 at 3:40 AM