As a Diction for Singers teacher, Doechii choosing to turn all the medial consonants in the word "Saturday" into one long rolled 'r' in her song, CATFISH, is the highlight of my year. *chefs kiss*
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As a Diction for Singers teacher, Doechii choosing to turn all the medial consonants in the word "Saturday" into one long rolled 'r' in her song, CATFISH, is the highlight of my year. *chefs kiss*
05.03.2025 20:14 β π 0 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0Great job by Ruben (@rubenbolling.bsky.social).
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03.02.2025 00:41 β π 11692 π 3030 π¬ 137 π 81Black History is American History.
01.02.2025 17:39 β π 8058 π 1961 π¬ 104 π 60Happy Black History Month!!
02.02.2025 03:57 β π 0 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0We did not have a FAA administrator to respond to the tragic crash last night in DC. Why? Because Elon Musk pushed the head appointed under Biden to resign after he fined SpaceX for failing to follow safety license requirements. www.theverge.com/news/603113/...
30.01.2025 19:25 β π 8477 π 3261 π¬ 252 π 184"The buck stops here"- Harry Truman
"I don't take any responsibility at all."- DJT
Todayβs show was my last at CNN. My closing message: Itβs never a good time to bow down to a tyrantβ¦ donβt give in to the lies. Donβt give in to fear. Hold on to the truthβ¦ and hope.
28.01.2025 18:07 β π 128067 π 27370 π¬ 8094 π 2837Reasons to Live Through the Apocalypse Sunrises. People you have still to meet and laugh with. Songs about love, peace, anger, and revolution. Walks in the woods. The smile you exchange with a stranger when you experience beauty accidentally together. Butterflies. Seeing your grandparents again. The moon in all her forms, whether half or full. Dogs. Birthdays and half-birthdays. That feeling of floating in love. Watching birds eat from bird feeders. The waves of happiness that follow the end of sadness. Brown eyes. Watching a boat cross an empty sea. Sunsets. Dipping your feet in the river. Balconies. Cake. The wind in your face when you roll the car window down on an open highway. Falling asleep to the sound of a steady heartbeat. Warm cups of tea on cold days. Hugs. Night skies. Art museums. Books filled with everything you do not yet know. Long conversations. Long-lost friends. Poetry.
I wrote this on one of the darkest days of my life. It gave me an anchor to hold onto.
24.01.2025 14:57 β π 12331 π 2865 π¬ 45 π 13I had a friend tell me that my home was "an artists home" and I think that that is the kindest, most uplifting way to say, "your home is colorful and full of too much shit."
*tears up* *sigh* *drinking in violence of existence*