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A lot of people are radicalised by suffering, which is a valid and sadly all-too-common experience. But you wanna know what really radicalised me? Softness. Joy. Freedom. I spent so much of my adolescence deeply sad and uncomfortable in spaces that weren’t right for me, navigating a body that didn’t feel like home. Despite many many privileges, and lots of moments of genuine happiness, I often didn’t overall enjoy my life. But then I got gender-affirming surgery. I moved into my own modern, clean, comfortable flat in a friendly, walkable city full of nature and beautiful buildings. I started being able to take care of myself. I keyed into robust local social networks of people who shared my interests in nature, creativity and ameliorating the world. And I am deeply, thoroughly content. It has been incredibly radicalising to realise that, contrary to what I thought for so long, it is very easy for human beings to be happy if their material and emotional needs are fulfilled. So alongside my joy there’s this constant simmering rage. I deserve all the good things I have now, sure. But not any more or less than anyone else. The children being bombed deserve this too. So do the homeless people being moved on by police outside my local supermarket. So do the people starving in famines, imprisoned by immigration systems, brutalised by their employers, their families, the state. All I can do is fight for a world where everyone has these things. It’s a choice not to share them equitably.

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74/ 365 More Things that Don’t Suck:

dachshunds

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This apple tree was sold to me in 1999 as a semi-dwarf Stayman Winesap. It is not semi-dwarf; it is in fact gigantic by apple tree standards. It isn't Stayman Winesap, or even red at all. Because I planted it in the correct spacing for smaller trees, it has almost completely overshadowed its nearest neighbor, a rather nice Golden Delicious. It responds to pruning by aggressively getting Much Larger. The apples are divine. I love her; I'm vexed by her; I hope she lives forever. I'm deeply curious about what I'd get if I planted some of her seeds.

Strawberries, rhubarb, two small blueberry bushes, and Nanking cherry bushes that did, even though their blooming time was cold, set fruit. I will continue to try to acidify the blueberries; maybe add some acid once a week until the soil tests around 5 pH.

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genuinely save me

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also got this red winged blackbird doing EXACTLY what he's supposed to be doing.... screaming on a reed

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🇵🇸 the University of New Mexico is camping for for a free Palestine!! 🇵🇸

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🇵🇸 the University of New Mexico is camping for for a free Palestine!! 🇵🇸

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flip the rock to see what’s under it!

🌾🌷🌾🌷🌾🪨🌾🌷🌾🌷🌾

(make sure you put it back after, don’t want to disturb the wildlife.)

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Palestinian Christians in Gaza observe Easter amid Israel's war on the besieged enclave.⁠" from Al Jazeera English, 31/Mar/2024:

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Fish wind turbine designs I did for my upcoming comic!

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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

Reblog to increase sample size!

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Demographic of people in the Witcher fandom iirc convinced there's such a thing as 'lute oil' which best as I can tell is incorrect

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multiple times a week I think about how my girlfriend is so obviously a dyke that when they told their mother we were dating (having never come out) her only reaction was 'well, she's a nice girl'

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sorry i cant hang out i forgot how to mimic human like behaviour

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Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.

—ursula k. le guin