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i love it when italians argue about italian. like we don’t even know how our language really works we just roll with it

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what you need to understand is that textile work is basically the closest i have seen to Real Magic and the reason old ladies in quilting spaces are either the grumpiest or the most whacky cheerful people you'll ever meet is because they're basically wizards who have studied the ancient crafts too long

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so i wore a pride flag pin to work the other day and the kids were all interested (obviously) (find me a classroom of preschoolers who are not obsessed with rainbows) (i'll wait) so they crowded around to see.

"aww!" they said, "it's a flag!!"

but the thing is: they're little. a lot of them don't really have a handle on all their mouth sounds yet.

such as, notably, that tricky tricky "L" sound.

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wake up babe the holy father is posting white sox fan cope on x, the everything app

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I was making a doodle about an AroAce mood and fucked up the third panel but I think this might be better actually

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my toddler is 3 years old and wont eat anything other than fine porterhouse steaks and sweet port wine

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I am looking neither respectfully nor disrespectfully. I gaze without recognition of your form, and without understanding.

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whoever writes the nyt connections categories is experiencing joan of arc type visions & hallucinations

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The world feels heavier these days. War and hate creep further into places once thought safe, and destruction—of forests, of lives, of hope—seems to be the one thing we’ve truly mastered. Whether it's bombs falling or ancient trees cut down or love denied out of fear or ignorance, the ache of it all is relentless. I won’t pretend I’m above it. Most days, I feel it in my bones. The despair. The helplessness. The creeping sense that we are losing something we won’t be able to get back.

But today, I did what I often do when it’s too much: I took my camera and went to the forest. I sat on a rock, as I’ve done so many times before, heart heavy with doubt. And then, from the green hush beside me, came a soft chirp. I turned, and there she was—a tiny fledgling robin, newly launched into the world. She didn’t know anything of war or hate or vanishing trees. She only knew that I was there, strange and still, and worth a closer look.

She hopped and fluttered from branch to branch, curious and bold in the way only young creatures can be. And in that brief moment, there were no headlines, no grief, no fear. Just a small bird being a bird. And me, being a person. Quietly alive.

I know her life will be hard. So will mine. So will yours, perhaps. But for that moment, the world paused, and there was joy. And I thought—yes. I can live another day. I hope you can too. European Robin/rödhake. Värmland, Sweden (June 22, 2025).

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As , the United States, potentially heads into another forever war I can only think of this quote.

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Kestrel-dad not sure how to dad but he’s trying his best.

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my friend just told me that there's a secret second dashboard that solely contains posts from people you've turned on post notifications for, and when i click the link in the messages it opens it within the tumblr app, so the tumblr app also has a secret second dashboard for post notification blogs, and the only way to access it is to open the link for it within the app.

i literally love tumblr

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“If only I had a group of colors from which all other colors can be obtained from mixing”

The humble primary colors: