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nothing like a quick acupressure mat before bed 😍🥰

my current favourite hobby is opening links in new tabs to articles I will never read

a red print from a japanese hanko stamp, which translates to "stroking the sword while lamenting the social realities", text follows reading "engraved by shen qianqiu, ming dynasty. more like zing dynasty, am i right

in the stripped club. straight up "stroking it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. My sword while lamenting the social realities

apparently i've been hyperextending my back?? my BACK???

Jeremy Corbyn: Keir Starmer says there's no money - I don't believe him The government cites 'difficult choices' when they are harming the most vulnerable, but increasing defence spending is apparently easy.

Why is it that "tough choices" are always about harming the poor and disabled, and never about making the very wealthiest pay their fair share?

metro.co.uk/2025/03/05/j...

HELL YEAH

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where did you go for your fancy pancakes

srry im too high to be on bluesky

no but you are tryna tell them that everything will be okay

I got rinsed by 5 different people today for putting peanut butter on my pancakes

Not a single day of my life will go by where I'm able to believe that this incredible, gorgeous scene actually happened on a real-life TV show and it wasn't just a fever dream or a fan edit. I still don't know if the OFMD creators know just HOW impactful this was to queer viewers like me.

he looks so goddamn hopeful in that last one I can't take it

you're such a delight

it's time to bring out the big guns

you know what that means:

our flag means death rewatch

Screenshot of text of poem Island by Langston Hughes— Wave of sorrow, Do not drown me now: I see the island Still ahead somehow. I see the island And its sands are fair: Wave of sorrow, Take me there.

Letting grief wash over me this weekend and holding these words by Langston Hughes dear:

this particular strain of 🍃🍃 makes me love our cat so damn much I might cry

Donate to Help Linka get a life-changing wheelchair, organized by Eleanor Brown Hi, I’m Linka and I need your help to leave the house again. For the last … Eleanor Brown needs your support for Help Linka get a life-changing wheelchair

Finally got the final quote for my wheelchair and it’s bumped the GoFundMe up from £8k to £20k. I’m devestated - cried a lot, contemplated giving up completely. But friends told me to keep going so if you can share, I would hugely appreciate it
#MutualAid #NEISVoid ♿️ #Crowdfunder

gofund.me/989e17ca

Had the best time singing along to Marina as loud as we fucking could on the drive home from London ❤️💕

@buzzbuzzz.bsky.social

WAY DOWN HADESTOWN💃

ignore the fingerprints on my mirror and tell me I look dashing

My behavior can be best explained by violent levels of autism

Friends, live music, a lemonade

Ok if you’re gonna make it make one where they open a dinosaur park and it goes fine. Everybody has a nice day! Directed by Wes Anderson. The Dinosaurs have little hats

WEDNESDAY. EVERYTHING IS FUCKIN RIDICULOUS RIGHT NOW, JUST SO DUMB AND BAD, SO IT'S TIME TO HUNKER DOWN AND FOCUS ON NEW PROJECTS AND HOBBIES, LIKE GROWING A LI'L GARDEN OR MAYBE TRY PAINTING WATERCOLORS OR OH I DUNNO JUST SPITBALLING HERE HOW ABOUT LEARNING TO MAKE GUILLOTINES

I spontaneously picked up You Can Do Anything Magic Skeleton! by @chuckwendig.bsky.social and @thefuzzyslug.bsky.social this morning and randomly opened right to this page and hot damn, universe, message received

nothing more humbling than being stoned and thinking you're writing in your notes app but it's actually a google search bar

Harlem Night Song Come, Let us roam the night together Singing. I love you. Across The Harlem roof-tops Moon is shining Night sky is blue. Stars are great drops Of golden dew. In the cabaret The jazz-band’s playing. I love you. Come, Let us roam the night together Singing.

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"Let us roam the night together..."
—Langston Hughes

#blackhistorymonth #poetry #ForgottenPoets

Someone needs your art. It doesn't have to be relevant to the world right now. Everything is relevant, and every art is needed, if only to escape and feel solace, which is no small thing. We need it. We need it weird, we need it real, we need it YOU. We need it.

Mistaking Mirrors The sky is so empty like I’m told to be. The problem is I can’t sit still: a child bored by the beach. And when I’m empty I echo, and it hurts— that’s something, a thing: one bird breaks the whole sky.

Rebecca Farivar