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liberalsarecool

Republicans are disgusting. Here is your tyranny, brought to you by the cowards in the GOP Congress.

spaceasianmillennial

There’s a protest held by the Carrizo/Comecrudo tribe.

You can give to the Carrizo/Comecrudo tribe here.

vmohlere

“Party of small government” my juicy ass

nonbinary-entomologist

I have been watching this unfold for months through twitter, listservs, and other places. Here is a way to support the people whose land is going to be fucked over by the wall. It’s not just butterflies, it’s also Native American people

nanonaturalist

LINK TO THE CARRIZO/COMECRUDO TRIBE FUNDRAISER [link]

If tumblr breaks that link like they did to the one above, copy and paste:

http://gofundme.com/carrizocomecrudotribeoftexas

😪 can confirm bulldozers were parked on the property earlier this week. Remember, this portion of the wall was already funded last year, but the feds have repeatedly violated the rights of private landowners by tresspassing and destroying vegetation even *before* they obtained legal routes to do so.

I have heard this portion of the wall was funded only because the GOP presented it as “levy wall reinforcements” designed to safeguard land from the effects of flooding. In reality, it will magnify effects of flooding, massively worsen erosion, devastate the area, and every non-flying, non-swimming animal south of the wall will drown the next time the river floods.

For those unfamiliar with Texas and our relationship with our rivers: they flood. They flood regularly. They flood massively. When it rains in Texas, the downpour is torrential, if you don’t have an umbrella, you may as well have walked fully clothed into a shower. Every river and stream with a low road crossing is accompaniedby a flood gauge, some go up to 6 feet, some go higher, and some have been completely submerged.

We get these kinds of floods several times a year. Even in Austin, there are several days a year I have to work from home because parts of the major highways are underwater. All of this rain goes into the streams, which go into the creeks, which ultimately go into one (or more) of the rivers. They all flood. They all flood regularly. You can count on it. That’s why we have things like levies.

If this wall is built, the next time the Rio Grande floods in Mission, the loss of wildlife will be catastrophic. I saw so many cute javelina cleaning up under the bird feeders. Every single one will drown.

Guys, I can’t.

These aren’t pigs. They’re their own thing. They live in packs of 50 or so and this was my first time ever seeing them and it breaks my heart thinking every single one will be dead the next time the valley gets a hard rain.

I’m planning to write up my post(s) from the trip I made last week after tomorrow night. This month is horrible.

February 5, 2019

amargedom

“Nothing goes away. Not on its own. You deal with it, or it deals with you.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Here I Am (via goodreadss)

crossroadsbela

The old gods are dead

Zeus sits at the bar, he’ll buy a thousand and one drinks and the girls who he smiles at will raise their eyebrows and think of the pepper spray tucked into their sleeves.

Hera waits at home. She knows the numbers of all the girls and she has their facebooks open on the computer. Her hands hover over the keyboard., She wants to tell them that men will always lie. She wants to take her own advice. She never will.

Apollo and Artemis travel the world. They are chasing the sun. Chasing the moon. They will never catch up. Their hand are curled around each others hip bones. Never in public though. They look too similar for that now. Society has learned judgement and so they keep their caresses safe in the shadows.

Poseidon wanders the shore. He wears a plastic poncho and carries a bag of trash. His tears mix with the salt water. No one can tell the difference. A girl with hair that moves like serpents trails after him, retribution in her eyes.

Hades lies in bed, his wife curled around him. He smiles because people will always believe in death and finally, finally he has beaten his brothers at something.

Athena paces through college campuses, handing out pamphlets on architecture. She scoffs at professors who are simply going through the motions. She carries signs in her hands as she marches through the streets with the students, screaming about the newest problem. She laughs wild, these children, these fearless children are her people.

Hestia wants her family to come home. She waits in the doorway, arms outstretched and a smile like forgiveness waiting to embrace the siblings whom she knows will never return.

Demeter counts down the days until her daughter returns. She smiles when children cheer over the snow days she gives them. There was a time when she had a child like that.

Persephone kisses her husband and grins when people tremble. She is vengeful and wears flowers in her hair and she will make damn sure that the world will never forget her name.

Ares walks through the Middle East, picking his way around the ruins of an elementary school. He stopped understanding war a long time ago. This was not brave, this was not heroic. This was senseless.

Aphrodite narrows her eyes at boys in cars who yell obscene things. She’s long since stopped romanticizing love. She is gaunt and over worked but sometimes she sees a teenage girl handing her baby over to an older couple who had tried for years and she feels young again. Sometimes, she sees Ares from across the room as soldiers embrace their loved ones and they smile at each other.

Hephaestus limps through his shop, his hands are worn down, his back is still twisted but people don’t seem to notice anymore. He makes their furniture, their toys and trinkets and they thank him, they pay him.

Hermes runs through the streets of New York, Tokyo, London. He is young in this time, young and beautiful and slipping between business men, his hands finding their way into their pockets. He never stops laughing.

Dionysus mixes Zeus his drinks. He watches his family grin and cry and get sick in the back room of the bar. He holds back their hair and hands them another drink before they even ask. He’s been here a long time. He’s seen them drunk more often then he’s seen them sober. He is watching them flicker out and fade.

The gods are dying. The gods are dead. The gods are us.

-L.D.

fireandsteelofangels

“you’ve made me care about more than just the day to day act of breathing you’ve made me want more than I believed I could posses do you understand, darling? that you stood in, brimming with something a reckless that matched mine, a melody for the drumbeat of my heart and I felt pieces of myself that I’d locked away bolt out of the chains and bury themselves in you they made a home out of your smile so the blood on your skin is still drying and the ache in my soul is still waiting to be filled but I think there’s a measure of happiness we can find, together”

— let us collide beneath the stars by Abby S

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amortizing

There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words, and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand. without you even speaking a word.

Yasmin Mogahed (via amortizing)