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Stork-billed Kingfisher (Pelargopsis capensis), catch a tasty fish, family Alcedinidae, order Coraciiformes, Thailand

photograph by Patara Na Ranong

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Quilted book thing- been calling it the lake book

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anyway. fem presenting trans dudes. masc presenting trans girls. i love you

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boy that wet pussy will make u weak 2 lightning damage

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we need to go back to eating spaghetti the traditional way. no more of this fork and spoon nonsense

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I honestly feel like birders are soo underutilized in murder mysteries and crime dramas. They are Everywhere. They are always Looking. They are in the woods. They are in the parks. They are on the land and on the sea. They are peering into the garbage dump with a pair of binoculars. They are trespassing on private property. They are in the woods listening for owls. They are the eternal witness. 

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Northern Cardinal Fancam

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ashes to ashes, dust to dust, reeses to pieces

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A mourning Dove, looking cozy, in the garden.

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I think movies need more sex and i also think that actors need to be uglier and less in shape

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I’m not immune to studying the Arcane style by applying it to the characters haunting my brain rn so here is everyone’s favorite Reverend Daughter 🫶

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you have to

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IF IT HAPPENS, IT HAPPENS LIKE THIS: 

when i am thirty-three and finally hitting my stride and high-school-me is a young girl i have long since absolved and sent to bed        and when i’ve come to adore the quiet i’ve built in the evenings while the families sit at their tables and i dip brushes into paints       and when i’ve perfected the task of summarizing my life in a way that does not make people feel sorry for me        and when i have quit thinking about it at all, even in flimsy, fleeting fantasies,  that’s when Love arrives.  Love is a moppy anachronism with one muddy shoe wedged in the doorframe at eleven-thirty p.m. on a weeknight, about ninety thousand hours since the last time i even thought to set a place for it at the table           and asks me through crooked teeth what’s for dinner        and i tell Love that dinner has come and gone and that i’ve been making single-serving meals for the last  ten years anyway because i am self-actualized and content        and Love asks me what’s for dinner,    and i forgive Love for tracking mud across the carpet i had finally remembered to vacuum    and i forgive Love for arriving with watery eyes and an empty belly and without calling ahead       because there are leftovers packed away in the fridge and blankets folded up in the hall closet      and i forgive Love for arriving messy        and i forgive Love for arriving late and i forgive Love for arriving       because Love arrived.

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reminder about my website where you can get a random me

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even the tiniest saddest dracula sucks a blood .

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I found god in a hopeless place

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Details I would ask my artist to include in my portrait to communicate the glorious wealth and bounty of mine noble estate

XXL Costco pack of toilet paper, still sealed to demonstrate that the need was not desperate

Dresser in the background with top two drawers both just a little open to show that overflowing piles of clean socks and underwear prevent it from closing all the way

An open container of raspberries, the fastest-moulding of the expensive luxury fruits, showing that I purchased fresh produce recently and at full price for no special occasion

The walls are painted a vibrant colour and covered in hanging art, showing that I have the legal freedom to modify my own living space and may even own property