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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Favorite bird genre has got to be 'that's literally just a dinosaur'
Groove-Billed Ani
Hoatzin
Pheasant Coucal
God, THIS. This is why empathy is vital in everything, especially arguments. Give people grace and make them feel safe, at all times.
Der Tod schließt alles ab. Doch etwas, vor dem Ende, ein Werk von edlem Ruf, kann man noch tun, das nicht unwürdig ist der Männer, die mit Göttern stritten.
Was bedeutet es, sich mit einem Gott zu messen?
Garbage - Medication (Acoustic) (Official Audio)
I hold a force I can't contain... ❤️
Self esteem this high makes you impossible to gaslight, yay!
“The night is also a sun.”
-Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Je m'ennuie de toi comme je n'ai jamais manqué quelqu'un d'autre.
Même si vous n'avez jamais été la mienne,
vous serez toujours mon bien-aimé clair de lune.
You have no power over me.
We fought it, we want it, come over here bitch... ❤️
Hab mich gefühlt, als wäre ich unter Wasser. Ich wollte auftauchen, aber dieses erdrückende, dröhnende Geräusch zog mich runter. Dann wurde das Wasser wurde zu kochendem Teer
Gotta keep swimming.
I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job. There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept. The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.
Even in the house it was LOUD. Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval. You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off. It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.
At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks. People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.
One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit. It did. Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.
That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days
you know you could’ve just said “no they don’t have wifi” and that would’ve answered the question
But then you wouldnt have known about the moose
'Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)'