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I hate the sound of myself chewing inside my own head ... So yea that's where I am mentally 🤣

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did u see them btw...

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It's spooky time!!!! Letsgoooooooooooooooo

It’s October 1st…

Can you hear it?

It’s the sound of…

SPOOKS

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Book page for my book girlies!!

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Are pizza pockets a ravioli or a sandwich? I've never seen one up close but I just don't know.

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I'm angy for literally no reason. Someone post cute shit to make me feel better. Anyone got any lil Bois they like? Any smol cinnamon rolls I can dote over?

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This is smudge. They are called smudge because they had a little smudge on them. They are perfect.

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Finally forced myself to get to the gym even if it's just half an hour of cardio I did the thing ... I am gonna take control of this insomnia and use it for good 🤣🤣🤣🤣 insomnia is my superhero origin story.

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Unpopular opinion! Museum kids are just theater kids that couldn't act.

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You 100% need to have the sound on

Utah's Hogle Zoo

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God I love these little asshole cephalopods. Smart little buddies.

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Your daily dose of cat memes

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listen...Plants Are Free. an acorn will become a tree. Fallen leaves will become rich soil. The wild creatures and plants will come. You don't have to give them money.

I say this, not to deny that land, soil, seeds, and water are all made into commodities, but as a WAY OF RESISTANCE

The plants are your allies. They are fighting back every day, endlessly, clawing to return to the pavement and hard eroded ground, the abandoned lots and gravel piles left behind by the pointless and endless pursuit of profit. They are giving us seeds and nuts and acorns as gifts. The dandelions and blackberries are given to us freely by abandoned and neglected ground. Here, take this fruit and eat. Here, take these acorns and plant them. Here, take these leaves and protect and build the soil. Rest in my shade. Breathe my breath.

What do we do to survive the horrible machine, the wasteland, the all-devouring dragon? Listen to the plants. Observe them closely, learn their ways, and all of us, each of us, do the smallest things we can to be caretakers—grow and distribute the seeds, learn the names of trees and common wildflowers, protect the smallest patches of resistance in neglected corners of our neighborhoods. Take photos of any plant not planted by human hands, honoring the dignity of weeds. In the future, there will be no word for "gardener," because we will all be caretakers to whatever small or great extent we can.

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It's my dad's funeral tomorrow, life is so similar yet so different now. I know I will never speak to him or her him again and that is heartbreaking. But he's still here with me, he was my inspiration and laid me to my love of history from a young age which has blossomed into not one but two degrees. I love you dad, I will always be your baby girl.

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