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Honestly I don't think you should need a diagnosis of anything to get HRT. I think you should just be able to go buy it at CVS like it's ibuprofen.

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Yeah you're right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.

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Rembrandt with diabetes and Ajax with asthma who can't take care of themselves but are constantly looking after each other

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i don't "date" and i don't "chill" and i don't "hang out." i make pacts. i swear oaths. i forge unbreakable bonds. this makes me a cool breezy person to take on road trips et cetera

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a heem heem………………………………sshasagjkrhf………… ouhg……..

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lady aphrodite on my altar. so beautiful

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I think of Hestia

Sometimes I think about Hestia and how she is associated with homemaking, stay-at-home wives. Sometimes when I'm cooking, it reminds me of the stay-at-home wives who got abused. Did she pity them? Did she call them with the landline phone? Did she soothe them when they answered? Did she call them "sweetie" like an old mother and show up at their doorstep when it's midnight and their husband left for the bar, leaving them bruised? Did she show up from the hearth and tuck in the drunken mothers because no one else would? Did she show up for the wives when the dishes were piled and they felt like they were drowning in the murky water, and help them? Did she show up for the wives drowning in the tub after drinking wine, forgetting how to breathe, helping them dry off? Was she with the wives who were at the fireplace, looking at albums of high school, wishing for their secret high school crush who was a girl? Was she there for the mothers, pacing their dead children's rooms after a tragedy, comforting their cries, while the mothers' tears shook the ground? Was she there with the mothers who stayed out late looking for the mothers' children who played in the dark, forgetting curfew, looking for them with her, screaming and yelling for them, and then watching the mother running to them in joy, then scolding them all the way home?

Sometimes I think of Hestia, and how she is associated with children, runaways seeking shelter, and reminiscing about childhood. Sometimes when I am making my five siblings' lunch, it reminds me of the children. Did she come to the door staircase on the patio and bandage the rotten young boy who gets bruises and scabs everywhere, and laugh at the bugs in his pockets? Did she come to the young girl at a high school party when she was a freshman, too young for the world, drunk in the bathroom, and hold her hair while she vomited, wiped her mouth, and called her mother to get her even if she would've gotten grounded? Did she go to the young boy, yet too old in his soul, running away from his father and mother who never were kind enough for hugs and never loved enough for kindness, while he was looking for shelter after jumping off a train—did she bring him to an abandoned building, hoping for him to live another safe day? Was she the old woman giving candy to spoiled girls at the park, while they giggled at each other's braids? Did she go to the teenage child in their parents' bedroom, who went by nothing, and hold their hands while they looked at the gun in the safe, with eyes too hard and dark for their age, and guide them to sleep instead, praying that they won't look again? Did she go to the too-bad, too-ghetto child, too "difficult" child, who was hiding at the park, and guide them home, and sing them a lullaby, for the child was scared of the dark? Did she go to the group of 16-year-olds at the park, drunk off stolen wine and talking about childhood, crying and laughing, and scold them for being up late, telling them to go home and get sleep? Was she with the father who looked at their children's photo albums with the embarrassing photos they "swore" they threw away of their children, reminiscing with him? Did she go to the homeless 20-year-old man on the sidewalk and sit with him, talk about his childhood and his life, giving him hope for another day?

Sometimes I think of Hestia, and how she is associated with warmth and fire. Sometimes when I'm around the fire putting logs in for my grandparents, I think of her. Did she go to a too-large Hispanic Thanksgiving party where every family section had colors and looked for the children asleep under tables and on chairs? Did she go to a single father's house on Christmas Eve, while he was packing his children's gifts in last year's recycled gift wrapping, giddy to see their happiness, in front of the fireplace—did she help him wrap? Did she go to an old couple's dinner date in the living room in front of the fire, eating soup and watching the movie they saw together on their first date, and watch it with them? Did she go to the teenager learning the family's recipe for the first time, who ended up burning it, and help them get takeout and hide the containers? Did she go to the high school sweetheart couple who bought their house for the first time, and dance with them in joy? Did she go to the young child who made an altar for them and fell asleep and left the candle on—did she blow out the candle for them? Did she go to the newborn baby in their crib, blow kisses at them, and play hide-and-seek for the teenage parents to get sleep the first night home after the hospital? Did she go to a child's star-themed birthday party who was too shy to socialize—did she tell him about the stars and the planets? Was she with the drunken sisters who were climbing back into their shared bedroom after a party in the woods, falling in the bushes, laughing—did she help them up out of the bushes and help them inside?

Sometimes I think of Hestia, and it reminds me of her devotees, her worshipers, and college students who stay up late to research her, unknowing she is watching. Did she giggle at the professor who said she wasn't real and was only a "myth" at the back of the class? Did she go to the young teenage girl who worshiped her and gave her semi-burnt cookies, and enjoy it, enjoying the love instead of the taste? Did she go to her devotee with a messy room, and her altar the only clean thing in the house, and scold them while they were asleep? Did she help them clean? Did she turn off her too-tired, forgetting worshipers' lights? Did she blow out candles of forgetful devotees, so their house wouldn't burn down? Did she cry at her suicidal devotees, soothing them to sleep, hoping for another day? Did she go to her devotee's wedding and eat cake, and laugh at the speeches? Did she go to her priestesses' funerals and mourn for them? Does she remember the ancient children at her altar who would laugh together and bring offerings? Will she remember me—crying at the toilet, vomiting my pills and alcohol at ten, holding my hair for me in the bathroom, while I wished for me to die and voices swarming around me, and then passing out on the bathroom mat—and hope for me to stay just another day? Would she be there at my funeral and mourn for me, as a mortal, or would she forget me and be gone, like a god?

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I have a love/hate relationship with Tumblr right now

Like I love my moots a lot

But someone tried to tell me that Hekate and Persephone were the same goddess. I asked for sources, and surprise surprise they didn't respond ever

what a random website

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now that I'm not enrolled in a classical program, I'm considering just taking lessons with my teacher individually and paying out of pocket. so I'm going through some music, looking for things I could take to her and I get to Charming from great comet, thinking oh this could work. I was then shot 57 times.

for this post, let's call my teacher Dr. French Enthusiast. if I took Charming by Dave Malloy to Dr. French Enthusiast, firstly she'd be extremely confused as to why "charmante" is three syllables. so I'd go hold on a sec ☝️and play the song. the first verse would be fine. but then when we get to the chorus. she would pass out, wake up, take her oversized water cup and bash me over the head with it. so. that's a no for Charming.

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Knightposting this princessposting that WHO IS TILLING THE FIELDS

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*spelling words out so my knight doesn’t get too excited* I’ve been thinking of sending him on a Q-U-E-S-T to save a M-A-I-D-E-N from a D-R-A-G-O-N. He’s been a very good boy lately.

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People asked for change. I am here to bring the change we want to see...

I've been people say they want more events for pagans... But due to be living behind god's legs (a saying in my country) i am not able to make an IRL event, so i came up with an online event for ALL PAGANS TO PARTICIPATE IN! 🌟

This event will include many different interesting aspects to it that y'all will love to see!

If you are interested in helping out with the event, please message me on here and i will add you on discord.

ONE THING THO!

I do nooot want to see this event flop! 🥹 So pleasssseeee boost this post as much as you can and help me out to reach as many people! So we can make this into a big thing! 🌟🌟🌟💫💫

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The vibe I bring in to the function

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the amount of maintenance being alive requires.. i got nothing against eating but 3x a day, every day? couple hours max until you feel hunger coming back? the same teethbrushing routine every morning and night forever? showering doesn't last more than a day? give me a break