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Fearsome predator

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springtail eating a slime mold

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Wonder what happened to the dinosaurs? This is a baby Blue Heron.

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Sometimes you just need an orgasm…or two…maybe three…probably four just to be safe

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You all are the coolest people I vaguely know

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mutuals our souls are aligned i mean hi

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so a Blorbo is a type of spiritual chew toy, i gather

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I was the dog, did my work, stayed in my lane

Ignorance is bliss and a joke, it’s a lie in every way

I played both sides and never tried to walk away

But try it again and something broke

I awoke to the pain that I needed to gain my freedom in the grossest of ways

Family ties, a blood that binds

I do not want to live that way

Caused the unseen child the deepest of pains

I’m sorry to myself

These ties that broke won’t cause me to choke on all of my far future dreams

I’m going far far far far away, into the very distance. I won’t say goodbye and exchange my own existence.

I’m done crying, won’t be lying on the floor in my own grief.

You stopped believing, chose deceiving me to your own ends.

I’ve given up on hoping that changes are coming

Stuck in your own past and dragging me fast into problems of your own making.

I won’t save you ‘cause I’m saving myself first.

It’s been so long since I’ve last known, who I really am inside. Your projections caused some damage that will take some time.

No more crying and defying what I chose to be. I will run for what I chose for myself to now become.

I am and evolving, living breathing human.

Not some joke or some puppet, someone you can control just because you say so.

I’m done hiding and you’re crying because now you see

These very ties you take your pride on throwing them out at me

Family ties, a blood that binds

Has no power over me

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Me, Catholic, walking into a Protestant church with no depictions of Mary: where’s my mom

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Watching shelter dogs pick out their own toys is it's own form of therapy

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You can still make a beautiful life for yourself even if you feel like you've lost many years to grief and sadness.

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