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Grew my first cucumber!!! She’s so pretty :)

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<3

Reblog if you want random asks and you don't care what they're about

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every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot" in their ask box

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FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! I PITY THE MORAL OFFICER AND THE MORAL SOLDIER! YOU CANNOT GO BACK. YOU WILL BE HATED, WOLVES AMONGST SHEEP!

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Sorry, my ketchup enthusiasts…Heinz is supporting MAHA and MAGA

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FUCK THE POLICE

SHOOTING CIVILLIANS POINT BLANK. SHE WAS TRYING TO GET HOME AND THEY SHOT HER FOR NO REASON. GET THIS FOOTAGE OUT!

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Guys, I know we’re just fucking around and pretending we’re whole. But if a car was actually coming down the way, would you move? Would you even flinch?

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I weep for the soul of the world and the partisan.

Israel has bombed Iran’s nuclear facility.

And what can I say to that? I’m a humanist living in a time of war and violence (tell that to your God). Gaza, Sudan, America, the Congo, Somalia, Nigeria, China, Afghanistan, Russia, Ukraine…

All the world cries out to me and I cannot respond. I cannot reach the hand that beckons me. I can only watch. I watch and watch and watch through my screen the broken bodies of children. Men and women cradling all that mattered in their arms. Nurses soaked in blood, soldiers still as mountains. And I watch.

Meanwhile, all the world is unified in song and voice and dance as one singular species destroys itself and everything around it. They protest peace, a brash thing to do in this age. We deny our humanity and our animalistic nature, so we may become the perfected machine of useless greed complaining atop an unlivable world.

I weep for the soul of the world and the partisan.

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THIS REPUBLICAN-DEMOCRACY IS A HYPOCRISY!

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For a country that has a woman as its face of freedom, it’s quite hypocritical

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So…um

I live in a pretty rural part of the USA and me and my mom were driving on this secluded road to go to a yarn swap (she crochets) in the basement of a church. we had gps on to get to the church. Well, we got to the road that the church was on and I was playing Ptolemaea on the car speaker. The GPS said “your destination is on the right.” On the right was a graveyard…no church. And right when we got to that realization the part of Ptolemaea where Ethel goes “WHAT FEAR A MAN LIKE YOU BRINGS UPON A WOMAN LIKE ME” played right then. Creepiest moment of my life.

The church was to the left of us. Not the right.

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:] so. How’s everybody doing? Good good

HYMN TO VIRGIL IS RELEASED ON DEC 6

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I, woman

Heretic, half-human

Witch, unwoven

Unworthy, untold story

Ask this of the men who govern society:

Why must our society live by

These politicians, preachers, pedants sitting high

Speaking words riddled with lies

Vice grips on our thighs

While they try

To deny us our lives

And birthrights?

Why must you close your ears, white, black, brown man?

Hide behind your podium stand

While the women join hand in hand

Pleading for you, the man

To make a decision with not your groin or lips, but your head?

Why must women lay with tape over mouths

For fear of the truth getting out

“Embarrassing gossip will spread about town”

Sir, sit your ass down

I am no heretic, now

There is flaw in your God, in your golden crown

Sit down!

As you have told too many women to sit and stay quiet for they were speaking too loud

All men are created equal

Man-made defined as natural

I thought that it was we, the people who made the capitals

Man defined as human

Woman as a uterus, vagina, clitoris

Tell me, sir, what do you make of this?

You’ve rearranged our tongues, dictionaries poisoned!

Whore, pussy, slut, baby, girl

All words used for your enjoyment

Employment denied, dead law revived

Wage, gender, pleasure gaps sky-high

When does it end, sir, where is the line?

I apologize

Have I offended you?

Are you taken by surprise?

Now shift your eyes

To the cut women, the rape babies, the little girls you sexualize

Now you look back at me, sir

Look me in my eyes

Tell me your rebuttal

I’ll give you some time

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I am made of fear

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Oh my god…I’m going to hell. I just found out that there is a disease called PANS.

I desperately need to meet someone who’s been diagnosed with POTS and PANS

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Do you ever think about how “He” sat there while his son was perched upon that cross, crying out in pain—in mortal agony?

How Joseph stood and watched, knowing he could do nothing. Joseph knew he was a better father because he was there, was “He” ever really there?

Do you ever think about how loud Mary cried? Loud enough to shake the gates of Heaven and of Hell. They will call her hysterical, or simply shedding tears. The world will not know of a mother’s anger.

And Cain looks up, watching and crying in between whippings—knowing God betrays just as well as humans do.

And Judas…oh sweet Judas. He can still taste that crucified man on his lips. The taste was not of holiness…but of wine, wood, and myrrh.

Then Abraham turns to “Him” with a look in his eyes “He” knows “He” never saw, and asks,

“Do you feel it?”