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It's Full Moon weekend and 420👽🌕
I pray everyone has a good night, and that when you rest your head on your pillow tonight, that you are feeling comfortable with where you are at in life. You are Exactly where you are meant to be right now, so I hope you guys are Taking your time and beeing kind to yourself.
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Love You<3
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charleswillis66 · 8 months
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So look, if you've never seen Sneakers, that's probably always going to be grounds for divorce
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crisperthanthou · 1 year
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“Posit a Toxic Motif” toxic::5 motif::2.5 posit::2.5 audio::1.5 --q 5 --chaos 10 --stylize 100
Midjourney V4 via Wordle 624 on 5 March 2023.
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drawingnikki · 1 year
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My Post it paintings for the 2nd drop of The Post It Show at @giantrobot gallery!! Check the flyer for more info!
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bahoreal · 8 months
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obsessed with this
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beardedmrbean · 4 months
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A few days ago I discovered this poor little guy laying on the train tracks at my local station, I took it upon myself to rescue him, clean him, and reunite him with his owner.
u/YuyaBestBoy
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recomvery · 7 months
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One of the most dangerous things in the world is not being able to say no to people because you don't want to upset them or dissapoint them. This will completely ruin your life in every way possible, at work, in your private life, your sex life and your friendships. It's a way of removing your own consent in your own decisions and go against your wishes, it is always a crime against yourself. Let yourself have a say. Upsetting people is better than traumatizing yourself.
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catchymemes · 9 months
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memeuplift · 5 months
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their-we-go · 5 months
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desolatus · 1 month
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Victor Nizovtsev
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octoberloved · 7 months
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afeelgoodblog · 11 months
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Good for him
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whoareyoueventhough · 9 months
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last night I had a dream that I met Bill and Ted, and I complimented Bills crop top and said something about how I would wear crop tops if my body was less bogus and he put a hand on my shoulder and said “what’s truly bogus is the way you think about yourself” and Ted nodded solemnly and then I woke up
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queer-ecopunk · 6 months
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So, I'm trans. And several years ago, I was at my great grandfather's funeral. 17, newly on T, barely out to anyone other than my close friends and family. And I'm standing there at the refreshment's table, surrounded by strangers and members of my family's church, when George walks up to me.
This man is ancient, bent like a finger and frail. Tufts of white hair surround his wrinkled face. Like always, he's wearing thick glasses, massive hearing aids, and his veteran's hat. George was my first introduction to the concept of war, when he told me as a child why he was missing two fingers on his hand. He's been a fixture at church since I can remember. I've only ever seen him at there or in uniform at parades, the rest of his time spent in a nursing home somewhere. He picks up a deviled egg and says, in his quiet voice,
"You know, before your grandfather died, he told me that now he had 3 grandsons."
I'm frozen in place. I don't know what to say to that, if I should say anything at all. This is not a conversation I expected to have, especially not with this man. But he continues.
"I didn't know what he meant! So he explained it to me."
And I can imagine it. My great grandfather, uninformed and opinionated but supportive, explaining to his friend the news he barely understood himself over after-service coffee and cookies. His eldest grandchild was now a boy.
"And, you know, I didn't know what to think."
Here, George looks me up and down. This 90-something year old war veteran, who knew me mostly as the little girl playing in the church kitchen with his wife, processing what my great grandfather had really meant. It feels like a long pause, even thought it probably passed in a second.
"But you look good. So, eh!"
And then he smiled, shrugged, and walked away without another word. If I was fine, if I was happier, then that's all that mattered.
George passed away this week, at the age of 99. This memory has been bouncing around in my head for a while, but I wasn't sure if or how I should share it. It was a conversation that meant very little, but also meant the world. It was scary, and funny, and the moment when I realized that sometimes the people you least expect will accept you. Sometimes, even if they don't fully understand, even if they barely know you, someone will choose to support you. And that will always matter.
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goondah · 10 months
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