Антонина в Зазеркалье

Будете в Химках проездом — пишите. Деревянные члены не продаю, а показываю.
Тут — про личное, а о политике — ищите в телеграм.

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@tom_cherson А что они делают в запрещенном твиттере?

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@farman4x Ответ — 3

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@Solfisk В России это «Мак» (mʌk) или «МакДак» (mʌkdʌk)

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@Beno10_MFC 66

[Antidepressant Content @depressionlesss]

the only difference I see is their size else they are just like cats stuffed in big size

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@MissionArtist Я из России и я ржу))) Смех сквозь слезы. Это бы не было так смешно, если бы не было так грустно

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@hicasamadim 4. Разгадка проста — количество пересечений линий.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

My dad handed me two clothespins. “This,” he said, “is the story of everything.”

In one hand: a clothespin from the 1960s. Solid hardwood, smooth from decades of use. It still works perfectly, some 60 years later.

In the other: a clothespin from 2025. Lighter, paler wood, brittle. The spring is thin and unstable. Marketed as “extra durable,” my dad just raised an eyebrow.

At first glance, it’s just two clothespins. But they tell a bigger story — the shift from durability to disposability, from craftsmanship to cost-cutting, from stewardship to constant consumption. This is planned obsolescence in action.

Products are designed to fail so we must keep buying. Slowly, subtly, they break. Frayed wires, cracked hinges, brittle springs. Not because we want more, but because the old was never built to last.

The costs are everywhere. Landfills overflow. Wallets empty. And maybe most quietly, our spirits grow accustomed to impermanence, to the idea that nothing is meant to endure.

What if this philosophy extends beyond objects? What if it shapes how we treat relationships, communities, homes, even the Earth — as temporary, replaceable, disposable?

It doesn’t have to be this way. That 1960s clothespin reminds us another path is possible. That we once made things to last, and we can again. That quality, care, and intention matter. That we can design for repair, for continuity, for meaning.

The story in my palm is about more than laundry. It’s about the choices we make and the world they create.

[Archaeo - Histories @archeohistories]

The funeral of Sadako Sasaki in October 1955...

On 6 August 1945, the United States dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima, Japan. Sadako Sasaki was two-years-old and living in the city. She had no apparent injuries and grew into a strong and healthy girl.

In 1954, when she was in sixth grade, she suddenly developed signs of illness. One day during a school race that she helped her team win, she felt extremely tired and dizzy. It grew worse until she fell and could not get up. In February 1955 she was diagnosed with leukemia and admitted to the Hiroshima Red Cross Hospital. She was eleven-years-old.

At the time, leukemia was called the A-bomb disease. Almost everyone who contracted it died. Sadako was terrified. She wanted to go back to school. A roommate at the hospital told her about the Japanese belief that anyone who folds 1,000 paper cranes would be granted a wish. Sadako began folding, hoping to recover. The cranes hung above her bed on strings.

There is disagreement about how many she completed before she died. Some accounts record 1,300 cranes. Others say she managed 644 before she became too weak to continue, and her classmates folded the rest. What is not disputed is that she folded until she could not. Sadako Sasaki died on 25 October 1955, after an eight-month struggle. She was twelve-years-old.

Her classmates decided to form a unity club in her honour, which grew as students from 3,100 schools across Japan and nine foreign countries raised money for a monument. On 5 May 1958, the Children's Peace Monument was unveiled in Hiroshima Peace Park, close to where the bomb had fallen.

Children from across the world continue to send folded paper cranes to be placed at the statue's base. One of Sadako's own cranes was donated to the Japanese American National Museum in 2016 by her family. The inscription on the monument reads: This is our cry. This is our prayer. Peace in the world.

© Reddit

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@MikeBales Ржу в голос!!!!))))))

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@0UTR0EG0 Шесть

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@LeContempIateur Надо просто всем женщинам взять и уехать в другие страны раз и навсегда. И пусть мужики трахаются там сколько влезут, чертовы мизогины

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@CharlyBLR Лучше уже не будет. Я ржала как конь 😂😂😂😂

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@deviant_arc Мы тут)))) Мне понравился твой комментарий про варваров 😂😂😂😂

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@tarotdori Уже сбылось!

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@lunarfq ДА

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@proctosafe Жалею только об одном — что вы живете и принимаете в Казахстане! Будь в Москве, я бы только к вам на прием ходила. Всё знаете))))

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@Miauravilhas Творожное кольцо 😍😂

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@Sozyuku 777

[Антонина в Зазеркалье @Ultima_An]

@worldwide_yuya Картина на стене из кабинета моего массажиста