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“Protestant” is often used as a catch-all, but it flattens the depth of protestantism. There are many types of protestants. Presbyterians. Lutherans. Baptists. Continental reformed. Methodists. The Society of St Pius X.

crazy how much your life can improve if you just Move Somewhere Else

my mental health was abysmal when I lived next to a 10 lane motorway in a tiny cramped city that was too hot for me... as soon as I moved back home to aotearoa and got to live by the sea in a small town with lots of green spaces and libraries and cafes and art galleries and sea lions and dolphins and penguins and native birds my mental health SKYROCKETED to the point where it's honestly ridiculous. like saying "I LOVE BEING ALIVE... WOW WOW" out loud on occasion ridiculous. I'm so happy.

moving somewhere better is lifesaving. wishing everyone trapped in a shitty area the absolute best of luck moving somewhere someday that makes you glad to be alive [: it makes such a huge difference.

My name was Mitya Ivanovich of Ryazan. I was nine winters old when I died. In 1353 winter came early. The boyars took our grain, the wolves took our goats, and hunger took our minds. One night, I was sent to fetch water from the well. I leaned too far and saw my reflection tremble. Then the rope snapped. The well was bottomless, or so they said. They found my boots days later, frozen solid and standing upright like a man still waiting for spring. If you read this far, it’s too late to pretend you didn’t. You have until the next cockcrow to send this message to 10 villagers or one tax collector. A boyar’s son once received this message carved on birch bark. He laughed, said peasants have no ghosts, and burned it in his hearth. That night, his estate flooded with boiling kvass. A widow in Novgorod copied this tale and sent it to 12 others. The next morning, her cow gave birth to triplets. All healthy. She named them Mitya, Mitya, and Mitya. I still look over their bloodline. Send this to 10 people if you don't want to end up like the boyar's son. Your time starts now