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whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls
forgive and forget? wrong. charged two-handed heavy attack with my greatsword of resentment
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gold, citrine, opal, nephrite, sapphire, tourmaline, amethyst, cabochon garnet, emerald, glass, fabric. Initial letters of each gemstone spelling the name 'Constance'.
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I just had an argument with someone who was like “why would we settle for food stamps when we could have universal basic income?”
And it’s just like. People need food right now you know.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Hippie church moms donating quinoa chips to my local food bank have done more for me materially than any internet idealist ever has.
People get pissed at me for being a pragmatist in my political ideals but I’ve been in the position where I was out of food right now.
And who helped me with that? Not people calling for some nebulous revolution. Not people telling me that the system was useless. Not people preaching at me to grow my own food. It was a church food bank partially funded by the state of Texas that some southern hippies donated a bunch of Whole Foods nonsense to.
And you know what? I’m sick and tired of defeatism. What can we get done right now, huh? Are you gonna accept something a bit better to help people right now or are you waiting for your perfect utopia to come to you?
Yeah, UBI is better than the quinoa chips. Sure. But right now the quinoa chips are stopping people from going hungry and if all we can do is get the food bank quinoa chips to more people, then I say so be it. That’s something. I’ll almost always take baby steps over nothing.
As family homelessness hits record highs, a few school districts are beginning to offer parking lots as safe sites for students and their fa
this is specifically the USA to be clear, not something happening everywhere
i actually do think it’s anti-feminist to be fatphobic and yes i do mean that
No one ever gets tired of the moon. Goddess that she is by dower of her eternal beauty, she is a true woman by her tact — knows the charm of being seldom seen, of coming by surprise and of staying but a little while; never wears the same dress two nights running, nor all night the same way, commends herself to the matter of fact people by her usefulness, and makes her usefulness adored by poets, artists and all lovers in all lands; lends herself to every symbolism and to every emblem: is Diana's bow and Venus's mirror and Mary's throne; is a sickle, a scarf, an eyebrow, his or her face, as looked at by her or by him; is the madman's hell, the poet's heaven, the baby's toy, the philosopher's study; and, while her admirers follow her footsteps and hang on her lovely looks, she knows how to keep her woman's secret — her other side unguessed and guessable.
Walt Whitman, Complete Prose Works
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