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I exist.

I mean, just about.

It’s been a minute month or so.

Life is very busy. Politically furious as per.

MA is both great and questionable and I have the urgent need to want to do everything at once. Second year will be weird.

I have a puppy and a kitten. They’re both odd. It’s a thing.

andrewstuntpilot

It bears repeating

glorianas

mapsontheweb

Map of Greek and Armenian populated areas before 1900 vs 2000.

armedandgayngerous

hmm I wonder what happened to all those Armenians

cenk-uygur-official

#armenia #genocide #turkey #map

ludaprilgate

cerviceps

crisp

thesometimesam-deactivated20181

@confluence-of-thought crisp

confluenceofrabelais

Coming out of Tumblr hiatus to say this is astronomically loaded. A comment should be made about the green filling, enough said there.

chalkycandy

waiting for thursday night like

ruphobic

The Race of Drag, Act 5, Scene 5: A Woman of Citrus Tone

Open the scene upon two maidens, both noble in heritage, one Coco of House Montrese and the other Alyssa of House Edwards. The wenches feud without end.

Alyssa: (with slight jest) Hark, lady Montrese! before another stroke one would apply to the face which so delicately crafted was, one may wish to include abundance of rose-tones into thy eye.

Coco: (spitefully) How laughable! Trifle thee not with the beat i make as we speak, instead if thou wouldst simply consider thyself’s beat, not once a variation crossed it has, not once a change has struck your features bare, on the runway show you only one look!

Alyssa becomes increasingly agitated

Alyssa: (with aggression) Wench! Behold how the citrus tones dominate your face, the orange climbing like ivy to cover your features, the colour standing garish in the sun’s light.

Both adopt a shakily joking tone, a deeply fragile atmosphere enthralls the room

Coco: Begin not this petty game, foul woman.

Alyssa: To be behind me are thy too familiar, to fall short and face defeat, this petty game thou shalt not here begin to change, mama.

The room grows loud with exclamations of shock and awe

Coco: (bitterly) Now, Alyssa too far pushed this hast! Know your limits, witch.

Alyssa: (in complete jest) Your emotions too deep affected you have, fool! Understand all i said was in jest.

Coco: (with anger) I jest not,