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todays bird
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$LAYYYTER

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styofa doing anything
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macklin celebrini has autism
YOU ARE THE REASON
Jules of Nature

#extradirty

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@gettingfucked-up
entering 2019 like
remember not to judge your progress based on those around you. everyone has their own challenges is life, their own strengths and weaknesses, their own story - this is yours.
truly cognitive complexity in non-human animals is a fascinating debate. by what standards do we judge the complexity of the mind? is it through language, when cetaceans have remarkable capacity for vocal communication sufficient to warrant debate on whether they have language comparable to ours; is it problem solving, wherein you have some of the most quick-witted puzzlers being cephalopods who can be a hassle to experimentally study for their tendency to escape and outsmart researchers; is it versatility, and the ability to bend and adapt, where cockroaches adapt so well to hostile environments that they will likely be here when we no longer can be, or the leopards who have thrived on most of the earth’s continents. should we consider that we are among the most sensitive of the planet’s species, vulnerable to changes alongside other mammals that reptiles and insects have outlived and outlasted for eons? is it the ability to construct and create, when termites build cities and leaf-cutter ants farm fungi? it is an interesting discussion, because it seems only natural that a lion would measure intelligence on how well something can hunt, and a bird how well something can fly, and a fish how well something can swim; are non-human animals truly less complex than we are, or have we just rigged the game so that only we can win?
Solidarity 😌
“We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.”
— Thomas Moore
Orbital path of asteroid near miss in 2002. Yah, that’s how close we came to nuclear winter and possible total destruction.
A visitor.
It’s like it’s trying so hard to hit us and it just can’t do it
All I can imagine is every astronomer drinking heavily from 2002-2003 like “There it goes–OH FUCK IT’S COMING BACK”
When you’re having fun, but then you remember your human fed you three minutes late last Tuesday.
Stop planting your flowers in other people’s gardens if you know they aren’t going to water them.
is this metaphorical or are we talking about animal crossing because i
@excima us
sucks when you’re just sitting around having an okay day and suddenly a wave of I Wanna Die™ hits you
Big mood
@influenssa
Being pro-life and anti-immunization is like saying, ‘Why kill your baby when you can just let some archaic disease do it for you?’
My great-grandmother was pregnant for over a decade of her life.
She was pregnant at least fifteen times, had over a dozen children. Raised all of them in a big rambling farmhouse in central Pennsylvania.
And I thought about her this afternoon, lying in bed with my spouse after my lazy weekend nap, snuggling him and burying my nose in his hair, taking deep breaths of the scent of his skin. This man who is the center of my universe, my best friend, one of two reasons why I literally decided I had to live and kept fighting through the pain after surgery when I really wanted to just let go and die: I held him closer and I thought of her.
I thought of how family myth tells us that after a decade of being pregnant pretty much constantly, she kicked my great-grandfather out of their house. How she made him go live in his workshop, and he came to the house for meals and to check in.
But he slept in his workshop.
Not because she didn’t love him, but because she did.
She loved him, and if they slept in the same bed together, these two people who had crossed an ocean together, had built a life together after getting out of Poland together, they’d have sex. And because cheap, reliable, universal birth control wasn’t available then, and she was terribly fecund, apparently, she’d become pregnant again, inevitably.
My great-grandmother was TIRED of being pregnant.
So she kicked her love out of the house, and he went. He lived in his workshop, on their farm, and they stopped sleeping together, in every sense of the word. My father tells me he remembers as a child his grandfather sitting outside his workshop, leaning back on his chair, and looking up at the house in which he couldn’t sleep anymore, just… sad.
They missed each other desperately from across the yard.
I listen to @adhocavenger sleep, to the sound of his breathing, a sound that’s as familiar to me as my own heartbeat, and I can’t imagine having to sleep away from him for long. To have to separate myself from my spouse or to have to completely eschew having the kind of sex they obviously enjoyed having. To not have him close enough at night that I can curl up to him and breathe in the scent of his skin.
And that, I think, is the sort of thing that I think maybe I take for granted. That I know I can be secure in the knowledge that I can have sex with my spouse when I want to, and not have a baby.
The personal is political. I do not want our country to continue to slide backward on reproductive freedom. I do not want us to lose our freedom, threatened and small as it may be.
There are a thousand small tragedies that we talk about from the Olde Days. The unwanted baby of the unmarried lass, of course.
But my heart breaks tonight for the story I was told as a child, of the lovingly married couple who had to sleep apart because she was just damn tired of being pregnant.
Because she’d been pregnant for a DECADE of her life.
I Speak Fluid References 💬
Literally me.