#my village

[sarasakyfreesoul]

There is a voice that doesn't use words. Listen. 💚

[petrolstationprincess]

grass trees as far as the eye can see

[jerzwriter]

A dear friend reached out to see how I was doing today. I told her my guided journal prompt last night was to list three things I'm looking forward to, and I couldn't come up with one. I've always prided myself on being able to see something positive in even the darkest of times, but last night, I couldn't think of a single thing.

There is no wondering if dark days lie ahead, I know they are. I fear for so many people, the majority of whom are already amongst the most marginalized in our society. We're about to witness ugliness some can not perceive, and, for the first time, I feel helpless to do a thing about it.

A friend, who isn't feeling good, either, reached out today and asked me: "What will we rely on to help ourselves through. We have to have a plan, we can't let this destroy us." This time, the answer came quickly.

For me, it's the people I reached out to on election night and those who reached out to me. A group of beautiful souls who knew we could turn to each other when things were at their darkest. We knew we could cry together, yell, and express our fears without judgment.

I don't have one or two people to rely on; I have a village. A village of strong, beautiful souls- most of whom are women, queer, or POC who are used to being told we don't matter, and we know it's only going to get worse. But, I am determined to remind them, every single day, that they do. Not only do they matter, but they're the most beautiful souls among us, and we will remain strong together. That's how I'm going to get through, and that's how I'm going to help others do the same.

In the days ahead, do what you need to do in order to protect your peace. Turn off the news, log off of social media, utilize block, and delete. Remove toxic people from your life. You're under no obligation to interact with people who hurt you - or support those who seek to, regardless of who they might be. Look to your village. Look to those who love you for who you are and will always hold you close. ❤️

[suriya05]

Flower photography 💥🖤

[jacesun]

Dear baby Jesus, please send me a big booty Dominican that’s Poly… I know but thank you anyways 🙏🏼

[idontdodrugsimdrugs]

🕊🌹🌵🌸🫒💞

[flawless-exquisite-chaos]

i don’t know where i stand. im not even sure there’s a floor.

[yesirinik]

[sarasakyfreesoul]

Park in the village where my grandparents live. I grew up here, and I used to sit on the bench with my grandfather ( in the third picture ) and he told me wonderful stories. He still tells me amazing stories. 🥰🌲💚

[missdivalicious]

A Day in Rural Zimbabwe Cooking On Fire| My Village| Zimbabwe Travel Vlog

Lazy day in my village, where I cooking food outside on an open fire using ibhodo, a traditional cast iron pot. There’s something about cooking over an open flame that makes food taste so much better—the smoky flavor, the smell of the fire, and the slow-cooking process all come together to create a delicious meal. Driving around my village If you’ve ever wondered why outdoor cooking is so special, this vlog will show you! 

#VillageLifeZimbabwe #OpenFireCooking #CastIronPot #Ibhodo #myvillage #africa #zimbabwe #bulawayo #plumtree

[juiche]

a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

get your own print here ❤️

[suriya05]

[transassdemon]

[My art, don't steal, tag if reposting]

[inbabylontheywept]

so i left the mormon church as a teenager (15ish? 16?), but stayed in attendance until i was 20. i was pretty up front about the whole deciding-it-wasnt-true process with my bishop, who frankly took it really well, but it wasnt like i pulled all 150 ward members aside and had a heart to heart with them. anyway, i didnt believe, so at 19 i didnt go on a mission, and while some people in the ward were totally fine with that, others werent. and there was one woman in her late 50s who pulled me aside one day to interrogate me why i hadnt gone on a mission.

"the duty of every young man" she said.

and the thing is, im autistic. and a lot of people assume that when youre autistic, your social skills just arent very good. but thats not exactly true. your Be Polite skills are kind of eh, and they tend to stay that way, but as a sort of survival mechanism your Be Rude skills become amazing simply because you get put in tons of situations where your choices are to Function or Be Polite. and no one can choose Be Polite forever. the world demands function, it merely encourages politeness.

anyway, it can really catch neurotypicals by surprise, because hey, heres this kind of awkward, graceless guy, who stumbles over his words a lot and is very apologetic. hes probably a huge pushover. but i'm only like that when we're playing The Polite Game, because i am frankly kind of bad at it. but when its time to play The Rude Game, i go fucking ham and asking about the not-going-on-a-mission thing is Super Rude. so i said:

"sister hadlock... they wont let me go because i lit-er-ally cannot stop sucking dicks. i dont know why, its just so, so hard."

*dramatic pause*

"also - its very difficult to stop."

anyway, it almost killed her. i think she'd expected to just kind of steamroll me for the entire conversation, but the answer crushed her soul. instead of continuing her interrogation she made a noise like a horse drowning in a bog and left.

to add insult to injury, she went to the bishop after that, thinking he'd chew me out for being an ass, but instead he chewed her out for not minding her own business. then she went to my parents after that, who basically went "yeah, babylon was pretty rude. but youre also pretty rude. what are you, mad that he's better at it than you?"

i really loved that ward.

[nicole-n-tha-middle]

Jeopardy with my golden girls…

[illwilledomen]

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