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positively love sitting at my parents dining room table. it’s not the same table we had when i was growing up, it’s some weird thing my mom bought off of marketplace last year that she kind of hates cause it’s slightly too big and the chairs are awful, but the model magic punch pot my sister made when she was in first grade that i am not allowed to touch because i broke it one (1) time is still sitting in the middle, and we still drink out of the glasses my mom bought fifteen years ago for my sisters first communion party. the placemats are still the ones my aunt gave us, the napkins are always folded slightly wrong cause my dad and my mom have different opinions on how they should be ironed and we still use my grandmas real silver utensils after my mom decided a few years ago that life is short and we should use the nice stuff all the time.

you can see into the kitchen where someone is usually washing dishes or making food or loudly asking questions about how your day went or giving slightly unsolicited advice on how you should life your life. and you might be asked to go chop something or open a bag or get something down from the top of the fridge, but be careful you don’t spill the dogs water bowl for the 14th time today because yes it has to live in that spot where everyone wants to step. and of course you put the thing back in the fridge in the wrong spot but the fridge is covered in your old school photos and magnets from everywhere you went as a kid and there’s your sisters class schedule and some flyers and old and new photos but the whole thing is mostly covered in a plethora of multi colored post it notes, all written by your dad. there’s bad poems and little funny drawings everywhere, covering the fridge and on the backsplash and the table and the cabinets. and everywhere you look there’s an art project that you did as a kid: the cup that’s holding the pencils, the container that holds your moms tea, the tray that the fruit is sitting on, the dish that you throw your keys.

and then my mom will walk in and ask me how to save a file or show me a youtube shirt she emailed to herself so she would remember to show me later, or asking me my opinion on what color dish soap holder to get. and it’s the one small place in the world where i feel like i always have a spot that is mine. there will always be a seat for me at my parents dining room table.

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ceasefire today, accountability from tomorrow until the end of time. all my love to the steadfast people and martyrs of gaza

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wait if i dont post this now im just gonna forget to do it later. its not finished but LOOK its talia <3

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no thoughts just neo serving cunt

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First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

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Happy Ides of March!!

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My sister: If you could go back in time and participate in any historical event, what would it be?

Me, not even blinking and knowing damn sure she has no idea what I'm talking about: The Ides of March

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HELLO????????????????????????????????????????

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starting a collection. pierre talking to natasha in war and peace

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she's never done anything wrong ever she's just a silly little lady who i love so so much

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Wonder Woman cover art by Brian Bolland

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(in case you need a knife in the next two days for reasons unrelated to political assassinations)