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Posts by Elizabeth the Sillymoose

Happy 4/20 to all those who celebrate πŸ’šπŸ₯³

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It's three!

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Pancakes covered in banana, strawberry, blueberry, and chocolate chips

Pancakes covered in banana, strawberry, blueberry, and chocolate chips

Late morning munchies should be called brunchies

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a light brown pit bull wearing a maroon shirt sits with her ears pinned back and looks up in our direction. a hand is holding a chewed up certificate in the foreground. the signed certificate is for completion of basic obedience, and it's filled out to Maya la Pitbull. in her obedience class she was taught not to eat homework, but no one said anything about diplomas.

a light brown pit bull wearing a maroon shirt sits with her ears pinned back and looks up in our direction. a hand is holding a chewed up certificate in the foreground. the signed certificate is for completion of basic obedience, and it's filled out to Maya la Pitbull. in her obedience class she was taught not to eat homework, but no one said anything about diplomas.

This is Maya. She just graduated from obedience training. May have gotten a little carried away while celebrating. 12/10 (IG: mayalapitbull)

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I feel like it's really approachable. I'm not usually a horror person but I enjoyed it

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More psych horror but The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920) is a foundational classic (though it's a silent film), and The Innocents (1961) is a pretty easy watch imo

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ages 15-19. FIFTEEN to NINETEEN. they really do want us all barefoot and pregnant and too exhausted by caretaking to revolt, goddamn

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PSA for any Handmaid's Tale fans, the first few episodes of The Testaments are out!!!

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Intrigued

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clocking in at the yearning factory

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It's so necessary

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Oooooh it really is fantastic ✨️

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Hell yeah πŸ₯³

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I'm never using any of this shit. That's literally protected healthcare information. It's not going anywhere remotely near ai, and I would honestly have concerns about how any therapist who does use it plans to safeguard confidentiality.

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The itsy bitsy spider is Sisyphus for babies

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what are apples but a mere vessel for peanut butter

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Yes!! It's so beautiful!

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Jesus at the Gay Bar, a poem by Jay Hulme

He's here in the midst of itβ€”
right at the centre of the dance floor,
robes hitched up to His knees
to make it easy to spin.

At some point in the evening 
a boy will touch the hem of His robe 
and beg to be healed, beg to be
anything other than this;

and He will reach His arms out,
sweat-damp, and weary from dance. 
He'll cup this boy's face in His hand 
and say,

my beautiful child
there is nothing in this heart of yours 
that ever needs to be healed.

Jesus at the Gay Bar, a poem by Jay Hulme He's here in the midst of itβ€” right at the centre of the dance floor, robes hitched up to His knees to make it easy to spin. At some point in the evening a boy will touch the hem of His robe and beg to be healed, beg to be anything other than this; and He will reach His arms out, sweat-damp, and weary from dance. He'll cup this boy's face in His hand and say, my beautiful child there is nothing in this heart of yours that ever needs to be healed.

Mary Magdalene and the Gardener, a poem by Jay Hulme

At first Mary thought He was a gardener, 
this miraculous Son.
She saw the dirt under His nails
through the tears in her eyes,
and saw not the grave, but the bringer of life;

And how was she wrong, then?

This woman wrapped in grief,
who saw the dirt of a borrowed tomb,
and thought at first of things which bloom;
Which turn their heads to the sun,
and burst into joyous color.

Mary Magdalene and the Gardener, a poem by Jay Hulme At first Mary thought He was a gardener, this miraculous Son. She saw the dirt under His nails through the tears in her eyes, and saw not the grave, but the bringer of life; And how was she wrong, then? This woman wrapped in grief, who saw the dirt of a borrowed tomb, and thought at first of things which bloom; Which turn their heads to the sun, and burst into joyous color.

I hope this Easter you have somewhere inclusive to celebrate if you want to 🫢 (or peace from any annoying relatives if you don't want to)

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He is risen indeed! Happy Easter!

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Tweet saying "hard not to read this in the cadence of a Hollywood trailer" and a headline from the new yorker reading "this Easter, an American pope confronts an American war"

Tweet saying "hard not to read this in the cadence of a Hollywood trailer" and a headline from the new yorker reading "this Easter, an American pope confronts an American war"

Djesus Unchained

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Jesus at the Gay Bar, a poem by Jay Hulme

He's here in the midst of itβ€”
right at the centre of the dance floor,
robes hitched up to His knees
to make it easy to spin.

At some point in the evening 
a boy will touch the hem of His robe 
and beg to be healed, beg to be
anything other than this;

and He will reach His arms out,
sweat-damp, and weary from dance. 
He'll cup this boy's face in His hand 
and say,

my beautiful child
there is nothing in this heart of yours 
that ever needs to be healed.

Jesus at the Gay Bar, a poem by Jay Hulme He's here in the midst of itβ€” right at the centre of the dance floor, robes hitched up to His knees to make it easy to spin. At some point in the evening a boy will touch the hem of His robe and beg to be healed, beg to be anything other than this; and He will reach His arms out, sweat-damp, and weary from dance. He'll cup this boy's face in His hand and say, my beautiful child there is nothing in this heart of yours that ever needs to be healed.

Mary Magdalene and the Gardener, a poem by Jay Hulme

At first Mary thought He was a gardener, 
this miraculous Son.
She saw the dirt under His nails
through the tears in her eyes,
and saw not the grave, but the bringer of life;

And how was she wrong, then?

This woman wrapped in grief,
who saw the dirt of a borrowed tomb,
and thought at first of things which bloom;
Which turn their heads to the sun,
and burst into joyous color.

Mary Magdalene and the Gardener, a poem by Jay Hulme At first Mary thought He was a gardener, this miraculous Son. She saw the dirt under His nails through the tears in her eyes, and saw not the grave, but the bringer of life; And how was she wrong, then? This woman wrapped in grief, who saw the dirt of a borrowed tomb, and thought at first of things which bloom; Which turn their heads to the sun, and burst into joyous color.

I hope this Easter you have somewhere inclusive to celebrate if you want to 🫢 (or peace from any annoying relatives if you don't want to)

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Saves gas I guess

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Um??? Ok then

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Wait what's the context I'm so confused

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πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•

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Do they think people suddenly can't make their own playlists anymore?

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The Randy Feltface special I saw in person last year is finally up & I'M SO HAPPY πŸ₯³ I've been wanting to see it again so badly and NOW I CAN

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MONET

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Hell yeah

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No no it's a look ✨️

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