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Bit telling that for years and years evangelical religious extremists have been allowed on university campuses with their bullhorns and horrific imagery where they harass students into physical altercations and when students complain to the university’s administration they just shrug their shoulders citing freedom of speech but when those same tuition-paying students start protesting against war and genocide they call SWAT
i'm gonna be typical and say dogs, they're just the best, especially my sweet baby girl Lulu
she likes to be tucked in. i love her so much 😭😭😭
hot bev? i don't really like hot drinks too much (because i don't enjoy obliterating the roof of my mouth and i live in florida, it's too hot most of the time... i don't know how people here drink hot coffee all the time like my dad...) but it's usually coffee. i've pretty much sworn off starbucks because they suck and they're too expensive so i just make my own at home. i take a random k-cup, a pinch of salt, a teaspoon or two of sugar, and way too much creamer, usually the dunkin donuts extra extra. if i'm feeling like shit, it'll be a ginger & lemon tea with some honey, that's the jamaican side coming out. jamaicans put ginger in everything lol
cold drink? that same coffee recipe over ice. for an *adult* beverage: a tom collins - gin, lemon, simple syrup, and club soda, it's basically a spiked, sparkling lemonade. if i don't feel like that, it's just ice water with a squeeze of the black cherry Mio and a crystalized lime packet
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
"Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat, but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires."
A Short History of Progress (2004)
by Ronald Wright
He was paraphrasing John Steinbeck's article "A Primer on the '30's" published in Esquire Magazine in June 1960