its one of those nights lads

having to study the history of art for part of my art course means there are quite a few nude women in paintings so...

Hope this isn’t too dark for some of you :p

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Cravings and what they mean

If you crave carbohydrates, your serotonin levels may have dropped. Eggs, cheese and pineapple are good for raising them again.

If you crave sugar, you may be dehydrated. Drink some water or green tea.

If you crave red meat, you may be deficient in iron. Eat dried fruits like figs or prunes, or beans and legumes, or take iron tablets.

If you crave dairy, your blood sugar levels may be low. Eat foods naturally high in glucose, like oranges or strawberries to raise them.

If you crave chocolate, your magnesium levels may be low. Eat brown rice, whole grain bread or spinach to raise them.

If you crave salt, your blood pressure may be low. Eat salted nuts, whole wheat pretzels, or drink salted water to raise it. If that doesn’t work, you may be dehydrated. Drink water or green tea. 

If you crave bread, your nitrogen levels may be low. Eat turkey, black beans or brown rice to raise them. 

If you crave fried foods, you may be fatigued. Eat slow energy releasing foods like bananas or whole grain bread, or take a nap. 

ughhh where was this post 10 minutes???? i just ate 3 poppy seed bagels with cream cheese:(

hate to say it but if you’re into cottagecore and you think it’s all going to be flowy dresses and cute little cottages and baking pie… that’s some priviledge luv. i don’t know much bc i grew up in the city, but i have spent some time in little houses out in the woods and my middle school’s  “spot to be” was a forested ravine, and let me tell you you’re not going to be prancing through tall grasses in skirts, you’ll be wearing good thick pants to avoid ticks. you’re gonna get daddy-long-legs and all kinds of other bugs. and you’re gonna want to treat spiders and centipedes- yes, centipedes- as friends, because they eat other bugs. when it gets hot or cold those fuckers are all gonna making a mad dash for your residence. if you have animals, you’re going to be shovelling manure and poop. if you grow vegetables, you’ll be entrenched in mud. you’re not gonna want long flowing hair because that gets dirty and messy real fast. yes, you can swim in nice cool lake waters if you’re near lake waters, but that lake is going to be floored with slimy rocks and full of weeds. there are water bugs that skate along the surface of the water. dead bugs, sometimes, too. if you live in an area close enough to a city or town, you’ll probably get yellow foam or other forms of pollution on your shore occasionally. if you’re picking berries, there will be bugs. if you’re walking through the forest off the beaten path, you’re gonna have ot beat your way through shrubbery and branches… 

am i saying all this because “cottagecore is wrong because it’s unrealistic?” (mostly) no. i love unrealistic things as much as the next bitch. am i saying all this because real nature and woods are ugly and scary and bad? NO!!!! Fuck no. I love being outside. Citified and incompetent in the outdoors as I am, and petrified of bugs as I may be, the outdoors, the woods, the messiness, the chaos, really is all that beautiful. The starry night sky is a thing of absolute wonder. Lakes are just,,,, so pretty, I could go on about them for days. But the version of nature that cottagecore sometimes presents is questionable, because it- dare i say- gentrifies outdoor living? I don’t know. It just feels very priviledged to me. There’s no real point to this. It’s just, like… expecting to live in a very clean, commodified version of the countryside? Weird. Very weird. Hmm.

this all started because one of you kkkottagekkkore bxtches went to a u-pick strawberry farm huh 

I feel for their sense of alienation but if they read a single thing they’d realize romanticizing the ~country~ to alienated urban dwellers is literally how they sold “”“"frontier”“” life to white people and is a current strategy of the government to create more white farmers so that indigenous people can’t buy their land back and to crowd out Black farmers lol 

Does this apply outside North America and Oceania? Because I’d love to move to rural Europe (especially Britain – or maybe Scandinavia, though I wouldn’t know the language there) and live off the land. I’m American myself, but hey, Anathema Device moved from the US to Lower Tadfield (at least on the show).

Yes. It could even apply in Europe, as there’s also Indigenous groups there (ex: Saami & Karelians in Scandanavia, Basques in France, Indigenous Russians). There was even a post a few years ago about Indigenous Argentinians and Peruvians being annoyed by random Americans who went there to try farm or raise Llamas and Alpacas & how it was negatively affecting them. This is a global thing.

In the UK the cottagecore trend is just the latest outgrowth of the idea of ‘Merry Old England’, a utopian idea of English country life and culture based on an idyllic pastoral way of life that alledgedly existed at some point between the Middle Ages and the Industrial Revolution. It’s the nostalgic idea of ‘essential Englishness’ featuring cultural symbols such as the thatched cottage, the country inn and the Sunday roast, as well as aspects of an “earlier society” that are missing in modern times. It’s the England we find in Winnie the Pooh, Beatrix Potter, The Shire from LotR, etc. But it’s not just a harmless product of the sentimental imagination; it’s also an ideological or political construct most often used by conservatives promising a return to ‘the golden age’ of the nation, which was seen during the Tory Brexit campaign. The idea of Merry Old England was also central to wartime propaganda in WWII. 

It is, in fact, quite similar to Nazi propaganda promising the German Volk an idyllic, pastoral utopia, ironically to be achieved by using the most advanced technological weaponry ever built. The ideal Nazi state was to be free from any “impure elements” (Jews, black people, disabled or LGBTQ+-folks) and full of blushing Aryans drinking beer from tankards, making wood carvings, milking cows etc. The idea of Lebensraum (”living space”) for Aryan Germans in the east of Europe, which was simply another form of settler colonialism,  dates back all the way to propaganda from WWI.

It’s okay to enjoy the aesthetic. Just acknowledge the above. I love cottagecore because it reminds me of some of the only happy times in my life - you probably love it too. Mori-kei and hygge is a real thing that is fine to love. But you have to go “keeping the above in mind!” and tack it in your brain before continuing. Reblogging a pic of a woman harvesting berries is not going to hurt anyone but if that blog is an ethnonationalist then yes, it will. Research who you follow.

Red flags I’ve personally seen, and things to consider:

This is a really good list, thank you. I do think problems in cottagecore extend past tradfash/ecofash creeping into the aesthetics but it’s a huge part of what’s wrong on Tumblr.

soft reminder: one day you won’t carry heaviness on your shoulders. you’ll get through the day without constant worrying and stomach aches. you will heal and make your mind a safe, peaceful place to be, not something you want to escape. it’s all possible. you can make it through this.

Signal boost the h e c c out of this. I always forget the differences and its occurring to me that ive been having an anxiety attack for about a week now

Its such a rip off that flowers don’t taste good

Spoken like a woman who’s never used garlic blossom in a stirfry, had an elderflower fritter or used Calendula and Nasturtium in a salad.

I have not but im going to now

Add pics of the tasty flowers plz

garlic blossoms (allium) balls of tiny flowers, may be white to deep purple. literally just the flowering head of the garlic you use in food. it tastes like garlic. but colorful.

elderflower, the blossom of the elderberry bush. can be battered and fried. excellent with elderberry syrup or honey. tastes fruity with a tiny hint of anise. also good in teas and sweets.

Calendula, also known as pot marigold. (please, verify you’re using pot marigold, not regular marigold. calendula is actually a daisy.) tastes similarish to bell pepper, sans crunch. leaves are also edible. should be grown with broadleaf plantain:

as a poultices of calendula and plantain can be used to rapidly heal small cuts and scrapes, and are also helpful for other dermatitis. don’t use it on deep wounds though, as it can and will cause the surface skin to heal before the underlying tissues. all of broadleaf plantain is also edible. if bitter.

Nasturtium ranges in color from bright yellow to deep red. it’s peppery and very slightly spicy.

Personally I love squash blossoms stuffed with ricotta and fried in a pan. Not ideal if you also want to harvest squash, though.

Elderflowers also make great wine or cordial! I concur with the squash blossoms, can always just use the male ones so the female flowers can still form fruit.

Finally a thread for the REAL folks: those who eat flowers

i was on the train and 3 drunk girls saw me and said i had nice brown eyes so they sang “brown eyed girl” to me

I threw up at a frat party and I was crying in the bathroom and a drunk girl went upstairs to get me a shirt and came back with a sweater and a kitten.

At the last party I went to three drunk girls fishtail braided my hair by committee

a drunk girl drew an eye on the back of my hand and then patted it with satisfaction and  whispered “count olaf”

once at a barbecue a drunk girl gave the surgical scar on my shoulder a butterfly kiss and said “you’re cured”

A drunk girl at a bar I was at became worried that I wasn’t getting enough nutrition and proceeded to hold peanuts to my lips and just keep saying “peanut peanut” until I would eat it. And after I allowed her to feed me a peanut she pet my hair and said “Thank you”.

Drunk girls, saving your life one wtf at a time.

Girls are a fucking gift don’t let anyone tell you otherwise

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it

I read this story as a child and I cried and cried. I never wanted to be like the little boy.

This entire post encapsulates my childhood

The director of our city’s after school programs once was talking about not limiting children’s expressions by sharing a story. When he was in school they were told to draw a tree. He did and he drew purple leaves on the tree. The teacher berated him, in front of the class, telling him trees don’t have purple leaves. The next day he laid a branch he’d ripped off of his neighbor’s tree on to her desk and challenged her silently to say something. The branch was full of purple leaves. I don’t even know that teacher and I want to ask her what’s wrong with a tree with leaves any color other than green? Don’t squash a child’s creativity!

Height: 164cm
Weight: 46,3 kg

im 164cm and 46kg too but i don’t look nearly as skinny as that..

YES.YES.YES. People need to realise this 

Hell Yes! 

I feel like this needs to be shared with a ton of people.

Sorry for the color but i love this.

SO FUCKING IMPORTANT

is she… yknow… *makes motion of playing the lyre, eating grapes, and writing poetry*

compare.

Gonna tell y’all what I can hear now that I got my hearing aids

Birds! They chirp and it’s so beautiful.

Far away cow moos

My friend has this is his back yard and to say I cried is an understatement.

My best friends singing voice

Chickens: *chicken noise*

Me, sobbing:

The filter for my fish tank! Bubble bubble bubble

I sit in the bass section in band. Today I could clearly hear the flutes up at the front! They’re not great, but I can finally hear them!

The sound of walking in sand.

Soft but kinda crunchy? Very nice sound 10/10

Me playing guitar for the first time. Took the hearing aids out. Not a very good sound… yet

Tree leaves in the wind. I got a little spooked at first because it’s 1 am and I’m alone in the park but it’s a real good sound.

Bees

Let me say, it was really fucking terrifying walking past the flowering tree in my backyard and hearing zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz coming from it.

“sunlight” by Hozier

I sat in my car alone while listening to it. I knew it would be special but wow, that was a religious experience.

Their hooves make sounds in the grass but they are completely silent. Beautiful creatures. Beautiful sound

Pine needles and pine cones make crunchy sounds!!! Oh my! Very nice

Colored pencils make a real nice scratch noise when I’m drawing. I didn’t know they did that

I forgot to add this is the beginning! But that little sniffing noise that dogs make when they’re smelling the air or the ground? Wonderful!

OCEAN!!!!!!

So there was just an entire booth full of wind chimes for sale at mountain fair. It started to get a little windy and they all went off at once. It was so pretty.

but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you

We (men) are not fucking sharks!

We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct

We are capable of rational thinking and understanding. 

Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it. 

Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.

Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them. 

You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed. 

What is so fucking difficult about this concept?

How can you not reblog something like this

Boom

As a man I’m real fucking tired of the idea that I have no impulse control. We all have it, some of you jackasses just think you’re above it.