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pearl is me i am pearl

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she’s so real

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i see posts here about how people are so mortified when they are acknowledged as being a regular customer somewhere that they never return. cowards. the employees at taco bell treat me like a celebrity. like royalty. i am their strange little pet customer who gets traded along as staff comes and goes. they know my car before i even speak in the drive-thru speaker. today i was 2 hours late and she ran over and squealed that she "thought i'd left them!" and that she "made my order with extra love!" and you what, she did

#I love all my regulars #James who always speaks to me and we have the same conversation every time he comes in #the guy who buys two vanilla cokes and nothing else. I’ve never sold a Vanilla Coke to anyone but him. #the couple who bring their shopping in and he always orders a hotdog #the girl that comes in and asks for her usual and I can never remember what her usual is (I’m sorry I have bad memory but I do love her)

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The anatomy of a hug.

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The symbolism of flowers

Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.

Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!

Amaryllis: Pride

Black-eyed Susan: Justice

Bluebell: Humility

Calla Lily: Beauty

Pink Camellia: Longing

Carnations: Female love

Yellow Carnation: Rejection

Clematis: Mental beauty

Columbine: Foolishness

Cyclamen: Resignation

Daffodil: Unrivalled love

Daisy: Innocence, loyalty

Forget-me-not: True love

Gardenia: Secret love

Geranium: Folly, stupidity

Gladiolus: Integrity, strength

Hibiscus: Delicate beauty

Honeysuckle: Bonds of love

Blue Hyacinth: Constancy

Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless

Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom

White Jasmine: Amiability

Lavender: Distrust

Lilac: Joy of youth

White Lily: Purity

Orange Lily: Hatred

Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride

Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility

Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth

Magnolia: Nobility

Marigold: Grief, jealousy

Morning Glory: Affection

Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest

Pansy: Thoughtfulness

Peony: Bashfulness, shame

Poppy: Consolation

Red Rose: Love

Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity

Snapdragon: Deception, grace

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweet Willian: Gallantry

Red Tulip: Passion

Violet: Watchfulness, modesty

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Zinnia: Absent, affection

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I can’t come up with literally anything for my writing assignment. I might have to bust out my sylvanian families and just write whatever fucked up story they tell me

#yes im an adult and I collect sylvanian family cats deal with it #I have one in my car as well she is called Juliet #and I have one on my desk that is sitting (wait for it) AT A SYLVANIAN DESK and she has a little black dress on and she is me #and I have one that has seen better days (I got her from eBay and half her whiskers are gone her tail is gone and she’s missing patches) so #I need to buy her a little dress but her name is Tess :) #also (to anyone who’s gotten through my sylvanian cat rambling) if we ever had discussions about plot that neither of us have written yet #PLS REMIND ME #IM DYING I NEED SOMETHING

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Lisa at the cemetery

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one detail that i love is that lisa is less doctor frankenstein but more mary shelley despite the movie's title. lisa's introduction is her stone rubbing the creature's headstone while mary learned to write using her mother's gravestone. lisa isn't a scientist she's a seamstress which is closer to mary's profession as a writer. they're women who lost their mothers at a young age and were outcasts in their respective societies. both having an odd relationship with death, finding love and comfort in it. mary connects with her mother through her grave like how lisa does with the creature's. at it's core it's a movie about grief and the non-finality of death.

it's also a campy movie about a devoted zombie romantic who would chop dicks off for their goth wife which i think stays true to the spirit of mary shelley.

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Death is temporary. I'll love you forever.

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LISA FRANKENSTEIN (2024) Dir. Zelda Williams

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tiddles the church cat

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Six Sentence Sunday

I've been revamping the Traitors au I started in 2022!! This time it's got uk1-5 represented, and hopefully will be quite fun if there is interest!! Please let me know if you like it 😊

“Is there anyone you think is a Traitor?” Dakota asked, but Veronica groaned.

“Well, how exactly would you know? Especially at this stage. It's one day in, Blu's been murdered, and we've only done two tasks; we dont even know how the Round Table will work yet!”

Joe didn't blink, didn't look away from Veronica, hoping she would continue to speak without any further prompting, but when the silence stretched a little too thin around them she took another sip of her glass of Traitor’s Tipple and put it down on the arm of the chair, waving her hand at the rest of them.

“So?”

“So what?” Ella asked.

“So what do you lot all think?”

“I,” Joe began, but before he could think of anything, of any paper-thin excuse to end someone's time here, Tomara piped up again.

“There's Viv - she didn't even raise her glass at the Round Table last night to toast to the Faithful - it's true!” Tomara sniggered at the incredulous faces now pointing towards her. “Cara told me, and Tayce told her, and I think she said someone else told Tayce last night -”

“That's not a reason though,” Veronica said wearily, “that could just be because it was empty! She could have even misheard!”

“It might not even be true. It might just be something Tayce made up if she's a Traitor,” Dakota murmured, to an emphatic nod from Tia and Ella.

“Who has anyone else mentioned?” Joe asked.

The others all abruptly stopped speaking, like a TV being set to mute, and Joe's stomach dropped to the floor.

“Me?”

"Not from us," Tomara shook her head, waving her hands, "But Victoria and Vanity and Cheryl, well, they all mentioned you."

Ella grimaced. “What made you take your team towards the treehouse instead of the forest in the -?”

“I misread the clue, that's all,” Joe said, for maybe the third time today, straightening his back. “I missed the old tree bit, I just saw the home bit. But I'm not a Traitor. It was just a mistake."

But the questioning glances towards him, the uncertainty in all of their eyes, made his chest hurt with a sudden, rushing sense of inevitable betrayal.

"I'm a Faithful." His voice was tight, like something hard was pressed against his voicebox.

But beside him, Veronica's hand wound into his forearm and gave it a squeeze, and her murmured "I believe you," made him manage a wan smile in response.

#logged on for the first time in ages and I’m dying #Juno I need this so so so so bad omg #is joe a traitor?? and Veronica going to do a mollie?? #or is Veronica a traitor??? and she knows joe isn’t because SHE KNOWS WHO IT IS???? #I hope they vote Viv out for not lifting a glass like they did for that woman who crucially DIDNT HAVE A HAND #Juno I beg these faithfuls are as stupid as in the actual show I’m giggling

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If someone asked me to summarise the uk2 coven in two messages

#I think I’m funny #just because no one else does

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I know I’ve been awol for a while, been going through it. Soz ig. But I need somewhere to put my thoughts so like feel free to ignore

#I’m just thinking about how much I love lipgloss recently #clear lipgloss is my fave bc I love a little no makeup vibe #but my grandma got me one of those makeup advent calendars so I’ve been using the sparkly pink lipglosses and they fuck #idk which one I’m going to wear when I have an open with my man who’s not my man tho #idk what it is about a gloss but I’m obsessed

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2023 Nativity Scene at the Evangelical Lutheran Christmas Church, Bethlehem, Palestine

"In Gaza today, God is under the rubble. He is in the operating room. If Christ were to be born today, he would be born under the rubble. We see his image in every child killed and pulled from under the rubble. In every child in incubators," writes Rev. Munther Isaac of the church.

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Thinking about Juno being a Dede fan

#I respect it i do