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turkey vulture fly-by from about a month ago

there were close to 30 of them scavenging dead fish from a dried up lake

may 10th, 2025

turkey vulture (Cathartes aura)

nebraska, US

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Murmur of Youth '美麗在唱歌' (1997) dir. Lin Cheng-sheng

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why are women with boyfriends interacting with me 😭 i dont care if youre a Self Conscious Heterosexual my blog is a Pure and Sacred Space you shall not bring your jakey into the temple even if youre embarassed about it

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Hilma af Klint (Swedish, 1862-1944), The Parsifal Series, Group I, No 1. 2 October 1916. Watercolour and graphite on paper, 25 x 26cm.

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being completely removed from the heterosexual world and politics is always so entertaining. sabrina carpenter is doing the exact same thing women have always done and will very probably always do. that has nothing to do with me whatsover.

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Lombard School Saint Catherine of Alexandria

Oil on glass, 35 x 58 cm, 18th century

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If your nigel was one of the good ones he would be in a monastery right now, not trying to get in your pants

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Holy Anorexia, Rudolph M. Bell

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Olga Ziemska - Stillness In Motion (from the series Mother, Romania, locally reclaimed wood and metal, 2015)

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Girl Reading, Vera Alabaster (1889–1964)

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Labyrinth \\\ via

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Hilma af Klint, Doves No. 2, 1915.

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i love you blackpilled feminists. i love you celibate women. i love you misandrists. i love you antinatalists. i love you heterophobes. i love you female separatists. i love you women who think that men are inherently biologically evil. you ladies always make my day

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Erica Peebus - Bats and Brugmansia, 2025 - Acrylic on cradled wood panel

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isn't it lovely that in any other time, any other place, there have existed women like me; women who feel the same senses of dignity, self-worth, and love for other women. it's a special thing to keep in mind.

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allegedly these were the last words that Emily Dickinson spoke as she was dying on May 15th 1886