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The molten closeness of before With time hardens into ore And shines the same way liquid can’t Its perfect flecks reflect, enchant But closeness smelted hence anew Will stay grainy, gray and blue.
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closer
The molten closeness of before With time hardens into ore And shines the same way liquid can’t Its perfect flecks reflect, enchant But closeness smelted hence anew Will stay grainy, gray and blue.
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but how do you take the photo
does anyone else still have latent adulthood anxiety from that Arthur episode where they get trapped in the library
nothing in particular
That familiar nothing-in-particular A wind-rolled lake can bring, It pulls, it lulls, it pirouettes And on its shore will sing. What it does we’ve seen before, Still recognized by desert eyes. Fluid intuitive behind closed lids, Blue pools no surprise. When water breathes beneath a wave, Exhaling bubbles to sky-home, We draw its breath to bloodstream, Oxygen to lakes of bone. Veined rivers are…
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Just gonna say this is actually the first picture I’ve actually seen of wounded female veterans. Now that I think about it they are (in my eyes at least) hugely forgotten. Some female service members have been in combat and hit by IEDs outside the wire but it’s always the males you hear about and never the females. I think this picture is great and everyone should see it so please share it!
Wow just realized this^^^
Meeting between Damon, Affleck, and Harvey Weinstein (as told by the latter on the Graham Norton Show)
Weinstein: ‘I only have one really big note on the script. About page 60 the two leads, both straight men, have a sex scene. What the hell is that? I don’t get it.’
Damon-Affleck: ‘That’s the scene we wrote to see if guys like you read the script because every studio executive we went to hadn’t read it. You’re the only guy who brought it up so you get the movie.’
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maybe one day the earth will be all I want. I’ll become an ascetic, loving only the air and soft hair of a thimbleberry shunning the imaginary, the information-age multitudes since fantasy brings only ambivalence and hunger. why want more than the wandering warbler? a beetle to eat, a beat to cry out. thoughts? yes, but in her Darwinian meditation. asking for nothing more, accepting gifts, avoids…
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Maybe one day the earth will be all I want. I’ll become an ascetic, Loving just what exists and shunning the imaginary, Since fantasy brings only ambivalence and hunger. Why want more than the winged warbler? A beetle to eat, a beat to cry out. Thoughts? Yes, but with her Darwinian meditation. Asks for nothing more, accepts gifts, Avoids gazing into glassy lakes And yellowing with envy at the…
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Love to the Olympia LGBTQIA community.
I decided not to perform at PRIDE today after being informed about the presence of groups of people at and around the festival insisting on open carrying (semi)automatic weapons. I know it is their right but, especially in the light of the Charleston massacre, it feels terrorizing. A few months ago a boy threatened to shoot my child and her mostly white school did little about it. A black man was murdered in our hotel last month. Soon after that police shot two unarmed black men a couple miles from our home.
I fear guns. I always have. I fear them concealed. I fear them visible. I fear them in the hands of civilians and on the belts of police.
Insisting on open carrying huge guns to an event that organizers have explicitly asked you to not open carry at, because marginalized people feel extremely traumatized seeing such weapons, is an act of aggression. Now these (armed white) folks are crying oppression and discrimination. I feel bullied. My child feels terrified. I was already worried because of the recent visible white supremacist activity around town.
So I’m not playing today, but not because I don’t love the LGBTQIA community.
I stand with you in spirit and solidarity.
I planned to use my set as a platform to give space to Black & POC queer folks voices space in a very white town to a very white crowd. I invited friends to join me onstage with signs and to speak and sing with me during my set. When I decided to cancel they held the space. In my place Instead Naima Lowe, a Black queer college professor, delivered THIS speech on the origins of queer and trans liberation. (The transcript is HERE)
Being a song singing ally/entertainer didn’t feel like enough. Wouldn’t have been. Sometimes the most powerful thing to do is pass the mic.
LOVE. POWER. RELEVANCE.
professors who try way too hard to seem like they know nothing about drugs
The Nature Conservancy in Africa (@nature_africa) and partners just launched Africa’s first Water Fund! The Upper Tana-Nairobi Water Fund protects the Tana River, one of Kenya’s most important water sources. This water fund will improve how land and water are managed so that the 9 million residents living in and around Nairobi can continue to benefit from the Tana River. Visit nature.org/africa-water to read more!
"Bartender, give me something to help forget my problems" *bottle of cyanide * "wow not that strong" *bottle of vodka* "What is this, breakfast? " *bottle of absinthe* " yeahhh that's about right"
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A demanding quarter is over, and two weeks of wintry peace is a luxury I hoped I could revel in. I…
A demanding quarter is over, and two weeks of wintry peace is a luxury I hoped I could revel in.
I ride a bus south toward home, delighting in the most attractive stretch of road Interstate 5 has to offer. To the west, the flickering brushstrokes of sun on Lake Samish. Fog to the east melts over the fir-covered Chuckanut range and hugs the uphill lanes, with Mount Baker’s hidden presence…
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The mini series that stole my heart.