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Happy birthday bad nones from the zones 🎂🎉🎉🎉

imagine being parched at night in ye olden days and having to put on your best turnshoes to go to the fuckin well in the dark to get some water because you forgot to fill up the pitcher before dark. going "fucketh mine lifeeee...." as you taste the clean as fuck medieval night water under a pristine sky 0% light pollution grumbling about having to trudge back home with this fucking pitcher now that you'll probably trip and spill half of

I have fucking chills at this repainted pariah blade ringing out in this stage play about resilience, performed on the reclaimed site of the god the people killed. why do we tell stories

the sewing machine is like if a horse and an inkjet printer had a child

is that a gun to the back of my head or are you just happy to see the back of my head?

What's a book written by a woman that changed your life or that you consider a classic? Any genre, any language.

good morning to the beaten and the damned only

Imagine if we did the “public libraries are punk” thing for other subcultures. Imagine if people made shirts that said “Soup kitchens are grunge” or “Mixed Use Urbanism is Juggalo”.