I don't fuck with the past.
But I fuck plenty with the future.

nultemp:

the massive power of trains yet confinement to a single path makes them comparable to angels

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theocseason4:

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questionablemotivations:

There are a lot of times I feel like just…flipping the vegan script.

It’s not ‘polyester’ it’s plastic

It’s not ‘vegan leather’ it’s plastic

Its not ‘faux fur’ it’s plastic

Plastic is a pollutant and causes far more damage to the environment both now and in the future than leather or wool.

Please stop telling me that the Plastic Lyfe is the only life, it is not. My leather shoes will last a decade where pleather is lucky to last 12 months. Leather (and wool) decompose and are renewable. Plastic is neither of those.

THANK YOUUUUUUU~

A single wash cycle of plastic-based fiber (polyester, poly fleece, faux fur) may release 700,000 pieces of microplastic into our waters. Nasty stuff.

aw dangit

Wool is the most environmentally friendly fabric despite being an animal product.

Using wool isnt even harming sheep 

Sheep need to be sheered or else it will cause serious problems. It’s a mutual relationship, we help sheep get rid of the pesky wool and it gives us a very useful material.

This has been a Burning Hot Take™

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@vegans

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catbedamned:

me looking at modern art: its ok but where is the fear of god?

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skinnyismyhome:

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it’s only an unpaid internship if you don’t steal enough office supplies

Stealing is wrong

You mean unpaid internships? I agree

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sateenkaari:

Traditional Irish song  Táim Sínte Ar Do Thuama:

I am stretched on your grave
And I’ll lie here forever
If your hands were in mine
I’d be sure they would not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness,
It’s time we were together
For I smell by the earth
And I’m worn by the weather.

When my family think
That I’m safely in my bed
Oh, from mourn’ until night
I am stretched out at your head
Calling out unto the earth
With tears hot and wild
For the loss of the girl
That I loved as a child.

Do you remember the night
Oh, the night when we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the touch of the frost?
Oh, and thanks be to Jesus
We did all that was right
And your maidenhead still
Is your pillar of light.

Oh, the priests and the friars
They approach me in dread
Oh for I love you still
Oh, my life, and you’re dead
But I still will be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm

So I am stretched on your grave
And I’ll lie here forever
If you hands were in mine
I’d be sure they would not sever
My apple tree, my brightness,
It’s time we were together
For I smell by the Earth
And I’m worn by the weather.

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cottonvibes:

wishing i was on a balcony in italy, wearing a long floral dress, eating fresh fruit, and staring at the sunset and landscape below me

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