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knife / one word prompt @picklemafia

my mama used to say closing a knife you didn’t open was bad luck. she was real superstitious. picked it up from her mama, who got it from her daddy, so on and so on.

stuff like that sticks in families, same way a southern drawl does. trickling down without you even askin’. like old tarnished jewelry or small town secrets.

she had a list of rules:

don’t rock an empty chair,

don’t sweep over someone’s feet,

don’t split the pole when you’re walking.

she believed in signs, in dreams, in things that warned you. she believed in staying safe, even if it meant being scared.

but mama’s gone now. her knives are still open. and i can’t bring myself to close them. not ‘cause i’m scared. not even ‘cause i believe. just ‘cause they were hers.

and maybe, some part of me thinks she’ll come back and do it herself.

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the moment i saw this tweet i immediately thought of george in 1969

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cute sgt pepper gifs I found on a beatles conspiracy radio website

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happy birthday to the queen, olivia harrison😻😼

dark sweet lady is such a beautiful song waaaaaaa😿😿😭😭 i love them sm

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my new theory is that John wrote and played “look at me” for Paul in India as a sort of love confession and Paul kind of shrugged the song off, leading both to John feeling personally rejected in his feelings but also rejected as a songwriter… we don’t get it as an esher demo but we know he wrote it in India about Paul….. hmmm

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Please Help Me Feed My Children in Gaza – We Are Starving

Dear kind soul,

I never thought I would have to write a message like this. I am a father of five children, living in Gaza — and we are starving.

We have no food. No clean water. No safety. My children cry from hunger every day, and as their father, my heart breaks because I cannot feed them. I have injuries from Israeli airstrikes, and my health is getting worse, but the worst pain I feel is watching my children suffer without being able to help them.

This is not a famine. This is forced starvation. We are being deprived of food and aid. We are dying slowly, silently.

Please, I am begging you — if you can donate anything, even the smallest amount, it can mean a meal for my children. If you cannot donate, please share my plea with others. Your voice could reach someone who can help.

Your compassion can save lives. Your help could mean that tonight, my children go to bed with something in their stomachs.

Please don’t ignore this.

Please Donate now:👇

🔗 Donation Link

Please Reblog My Post :👇

📌 Post Link

Tomorrow I will become homeless. I desperately need help. gofundme.com/r/50/years/ago please reblog my need.

homeless

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I'm 23 years old and I have no idea what I'm going to do with the rest of my life……… and I'm fine with that

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stole my brother's ipad to draw this

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~ heaven (02/04/25)

the end is the beginning and the beginning is the end

a.g.

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what god did this to me

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why don’t they make a baby pope.

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dead rabbits by the garage

there was a dead rabbit outside my house last night. i took out the trash, and in the dull and orange garage light, i saw it; gruesome scene, a cat got it. to kill out of hunger is not unfamiliar to me, it seems my hungry hands either lose or kill all they can hold.

i feel for the cat, though i too feel for the rabbit. it did not deserve to die, although the cat deserves to eat. if nobody else is going to feed it, i don't blame it for what it did. the rabbit was born with a fear in it, shining in its eyes and showing in its speed - i wonder if it knew this would happen someday.

neither animal is to blame here. in another universe, i was both the cat and the rabbit. i was both hungry and scared, and i suppose i still am.

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over and over and over / the ditch

waiting - to get better, to make myself better, to fix the rotten part inside my chest, and to tear out the sickness. stuck walking around the same tree for years, i have seen these stones before and before and - one day is only going to come if i stray from the tree, though i don't know how, my feet have dug a ditch that i cannot climb myself out of and dirt just gets in my nails nowadays. the sun is setting and my ankles are bleeding, somewhere in the forest, one day is waiting for me, but i am stuck in my ditch, as you know, walking, counting -

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repulsed and enchanted

i don't know if im a good person. if i am an attractive person, in whatever sense of the word. i linger far too long and i cling and forever mourn something far beyond my reach and i ache far too much and i leave claw marks on my skin in the night -

i worry what i'd do to a lover nowadays. for i latch tightly and leave quietly, for i show how ugly i am only when it is ending, when it is over, and when you pry.

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On the Seashore, George Elgar Hicks (1879)

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#Love Mr. Harrison....George miss you man

george being a silly little guy in the 1965 music videos