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Some crinkly-ness from my latest work project.
Stuff
Niagara Falls from a freshman point of view ♥️
Someone is using my studio chair as a bath.
For having had so many teeth removed, she still looks ferocious.
via 2rawtooreal2
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NEVER THROW YOUR VOTE AWAY!
(captions added by me)
Listen to this person for three minutes and then tell me why you're not going to vote.
Listen to this man tell you what YOU NOT VOTING means. Please.
Because you not voting will kill more people than voting for Biden. You not voting is you killing more people.
Day-um. This was amazing. Please listen. And then again if needed.
Did a thing. Brain melted now
Meendew’s latest creation using animation she taught herself.
I remember the first pride I ever attended: seventeen, half terrified, half bolstered by reckless bravery. In the parking lot, I painted my eyes in pink-purple-blue using the review mirror. On the walk to the parade route, I purchased a flag with cash and tied it around my neck like a cape.
I remember crawling up onto a metal electrical box on a street corner--violently hot against my bare skin in the Texas sun. I remember the heat didn't matter once the parade started, once I caught a handful of thrown beads, a crown, a fan. Someone passed me a bottle of bubbles and I blew them out over the crowd as not one, not two, but three church floats bedecked in crosses and rainbows marched past. I remember feeling like I could breathe for the first time maybe ever. But I also remember walking back to my car at the end. Giving away my crown, my fan, and my flag to two kids in a wagon, trying not to let my pathetic envy show as I met the eyes of their smiling parents. I cleaned the paint off my face in the same parking lot I applied it.
I kept the necklace--cheap and plastic and dangerous. I kept it for the first fifteen minutes of my drive until my anxiety demanded I pull into a gas station and throw it away.
I went to work: a four hour shift I'd said was eight. It was one of the few times I ever lied to my parents unless you counted the pervasive, quiet, lie of omission that lasted another decade.
Today, I got ready for another pride with my husband. I wore my denim vest with its collection of queer enamel pins. We walked together from our house to the parade route. At the end, we walked back together in a crowd of other pride-goers.
I texted my parents pictures without fear.
And this time, I took my beads home.
Beautiful.
I did a thing!
My Youngest’s fan art!!
Here's a cat. Stare back at it.
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The mother money plant. It is beautiful.
Propagating the money plant I bought at an estate sale. I’m trying each leaf no matter what it looks like. Will post the mother plant next.
Getting unstuck.
It’s coming along. I’ve been working my way out of “stuckness” and I started making birds.
What Amazon brought me
Just finished reading, crying, and reading some more. I devoured this book. It was amazing. Now to find the author’s other titles…
From MamaBears on Facebook