Paula Carroll

If it wasn’t for occasional power outages, I don’t think the blades on my ceiling fan would ever get cleaned.

“you need therapy, you need a xanax” no I need the world to become as kind and as sensitive as I am inside and until then I will struggle against the established order of cruelty. until then I’ll be sad and strange. those who are happy and normal in this society are sicker than I shall ever be

One summer, a flock of wild turkeys moved into the barnyard, and they co-parented with chickens and guineas. The funniest part is watching ducklings hatched out by chickens go in the water, and the hens freak out and pace around the pond until they come out.

I’ve had chickens share nests with each other, and with ducks and guineas. When the babies hatch out, they are coparented by both types of hens regardless of the species of offspring.

Pascal, contemplating the state of world right now.

What do you call a mountain lion that comes back every time you throw it out?

A pumarang.

I’ll show myself out.

Snow day in Alabama.

They’re still weird.

Signed. I stand proudly with my trans sisters.

That’s awesome.

That is precious.

You ask him to change the channel and he replies with “I prefer not too.”

It’s really something to watch the Party whose supporters poop on the floor in the Capitol and wipe their feces on the wall tell us which bathrooms to use.

We could have made history.

Tweet that says if your concern with trans women is that men might claim to self-ID as trans to gain access to women’s spaces and assault them, then your problem is actually with predatory men and not trans women.

All of this.

I’ve never seen one in yellow. It’s beautiful!

Please tell Pickle that I love them.

He can get the boiled ones at the gas station like everyone else. He’s not special.

My air plant is blooming!

Waiting eagerly to see this.

Why is there no mouse flavored cat food?

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The “Transylvanian Naked Neck” or “Turken” is an odd looking breed of chicken, even without the pendulous double crop sported by this specimen.

Symbolic logic. I just couldn’t get it.

My paternal grandfather was born a slave, and was named Jefferson Davis by his owners.

That’s hilarious.

No, but Sylvia sat on a potato for like 2 months.