Wren. 28. Your friendly local neighborhood Church Grim. Angry Basque Woman. TF ALT Acct: x-coyoteteeth-x
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Why the fuck are you 30+ on tumblr
this is my house?
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helen walne photos that make me feel a certain way
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10000 YEAR OLD ROCK ART OF GIRAFFES FOUND IN LIBYA LET'S GO
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10,000 years ago, someone carried a baby through the rain and left their footprints in an ancient lakebed. Whether they were the baby’s mother, sibling, stranger, we can’t know. Only that they walked one way together, but the footprints on the return were alone. What separated them, we cannot know. Only that they were together for a moment. Only that in the lakebed, they’re together forever.
30,000 years ago, an infant was buried beside its identical twin, having only survived a few weeks longer than the stillborn sibling. What happened to them, we cannot know. Only that perhaps one could not stand life outside the womb without the other. Only that they were apart for a moment, Then together forever.
In 100 years when the dam breaks and the lake where we learned to swim becomes a river again, will it wash us away?
In 10,000 years I don’t think anyone will find imprints of our flip-flops Or the grooves where our little hands dug motes in pebble-sand To protect mud-drip castles.
You asked to be ashes in the sea. And so we scattered you.
If I’d had my way, we would have walked together much farther. And you’d have been tucked into the soil, waiting for me.
They would have found my footprints beside yours, both ways. They would have found a lock of my hair clutched in your hand.
Your name, they could not know.
Only that, for a moment, you were someone’s sister.
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there’s this extremely kind soul of a woman on instagram that makes accessible recipes that don’t require standing, chopping, or a stove and she might just have a permanent place in my heart




edit: here's her YouTube account, as well as her TikTok and Facebook :)
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when I say “Let me ask my husband”, one (or both) of these things is taking place:
1. I am in a loving, happy relationship where we value and respect each other’s opinion
2. I am using this as an excuse to get out of something I don’t want to do (sorry habibi)
what is not happening here: I am being oppressed
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Is there 🟪? Can I have a 🐟 that is 🟪?

You get a Purple Dottyback
Pictichromis porphyrea
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mary oliver, ‘from this river, when i was a child, i used to drink’
[ID: “‘What, precisely, will you grieve for?’ For the river. For myself, my lost joyfulness. For the children who will not know what a river can be—a friend, a companion, a hint of heaven.” end ID]
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