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my friend was testing perfumes out at the store and she sniffed a bottle and anounced "ngl this bitch kind of sucks" The girl at the counter suddenly looked really sad, and my friend was like "I'm sorry, I wasn't talking about you." And the girl looked up and said "No don't worry, I didn't think that, but I just crushed a ladybug with my shoe" We both took a peak over the counter. she'd stepped on a red m&m

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seeing “balanced” takes on abortion makes me want to state for the record i love abortion. I love it. Unapologetically. I love all my friends who have had abortions and all the reasons they’ve had them. i love people who treat abortion flippantly I love people who have a lot of emotions about their abortion. I love people who will have only one abortion in their whole life and people who will have many. abortion is great, no caveats. Its not a moral quandary. if someone doesn’t want to be pregnant they should have safe access to rectifying the state of their own body

porchbirds

Who in this room is hungry.

No metaphors. Did you eat today?

That’s love: the question. The dragons,

chewing bones in their castles don’t want you to think it

but the love!

Asking strangers on the street: Did you eat today?

And how is your mother?

Don’t worry about the dishes darling, where are you sleeping?

Have you slept?

A poem is a poor substitute for socks or

a clean pair of underwear or

tampons.

Which sufferings do we forgive and which do we punish with

suffering?

If I love the world but have not fed it

have I loved anyone at all?

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Ships tore the shoreline with their rescue lights. That was relief, even as I grieved you, my love. I grieved you, even then. Full body grief, bone grief, stomach and palm and shoulder grief.

How sweet this story might have been, had I never set the fire. Had I not vomited desperate flares toward the sky. Had I starved beneath you, touched, and felt so, so loved in the give and give and giving.

I waded into the water to meet them, so hungry my legs gave out, and bleeding from the neck I thought if I ever see you again

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call me haribo peach gummies the way I’m

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cowboy bees!!!!!! would say beehaw🐝

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not only did i cheat on u we went on your naruto sideblog and laughed at your poetry compilations

porchbirds

I’m always grateful for it when that “do u like the color of the sky” post comes around again bc it lets me know who to unfollow for better peace of mind thank u 🙏 😊💕✨🥰😘

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"Stop scrolling and please help me spread the word, because if I've landed on your page you're most likely either a black woman or someone who cares about black women and the simple phrase I'm about to share could help save a black woman's life.

Doctors are to black women what police officers are to black men. That may seem controversial but I believe it to be true and I speak from personal experience.

If you've seen this TikTok you know that a 2016 study showed that 50% of medical students and residents thought that black people couldn't feel pain the same as white people.

And we learned from this video that because of a 1999 study, to this day, there's a black correction factor for the creatinin levels in black people's kidneys, meaning we're less likely to recieve a kidney transplant if needed.

So if you go to a doctor, feel you aren't getting proper treatment or they refuse the treatment you've requested, say to them the following:

I will need you to document on record that you are refusing the treatment (or medicine) I've requested, and the reason you are doing so."

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porchbirds

The list of love is short. I am unlikeable because I see only in reflection. Like Mary, I stare out and see double. We never meet. Your skin is a poem I have read once before or a dozen times.

This song, too, is familiar. How you move. The shapes your body makes when you ask it to move. How you ask- I read it in a book somewhere. Like scripture, I can recite you. But I can recite anyone.

I am sorry I disappoint. I always wish to live up to the script. When I do, it’s magic. You are like everyone, and I am the hot molten center of the Earth. I glow around you, in love, in spectacular love.

You lipsync in such perfect time. It is so wonderful to meet you. I say, again! Again, again. I do it again.