I don’t know why but this feels indecent. Like a dragon’s hoard

Y’all that Savannah smell does not fail

Home for my best friend’s birthday and literally just *deep sigh of relief* so happy to be with my people in my city

Finally had another session with my besties in our Candyland D&D campaign. And it is literally so fun.

Some conversations from the heart.

The absolute nightmare of going outside right now is how freaking overstimulated and hot I get while getting dressed. Once I’m out the door, the cold air feels like relief.

In spite of all the evil, I take heart in the people far and wide I see standing together.

This is the America and the world I fight for: One where we love our neighbors and stand together for what is right.

May the evil of this day meet justice.

Thousands of protesters shut down parts of Minneapolis and St. Paul on Friday as hundreds of businesses closed their doors. David Guttenfelder/The New York Times

genuinely stunning image

Grew up spending summers in Minnesota. It’s my dad and grandparents’ home state. And I’m so proud of the people for standing up for what is right. 💕

The Arizonan teen in me is over the moon. I was devastated when they split. I even wrote about it in my high school newspaper. Stoked about the new album and seeing how they’ve evolved in the last 20 years.

Lmao. Our parents wanted us to be brilliant world changers.

Instead they got five adult children with various psychological conditions middling through adulthood. 😅 TBH, we’re having an okay time.

Proud of this! 1000 days of learning Italian

Kristi Noem reminds me of my mom (derogatory)

If I had a dollar for every time I have been stopped for having too many at TSA, I could afford dinner at the airport.

Full of grief. In addition to the horrors, the admin just cut $2 billion to mental health and addiction funding. Over 2000 grants revoked.

I have lost friends to substance abuse battles, and it’s only through programs that my own sister was able to get clean after years of addiction.

REST IN POWER Claudette Colvin 09.05.1939-01.13.2026

I am saddened to hear of the passing of a civil rights leader and former constituent, Claudette Colvin.

At just 15, she refused to give up her seat on a segregated bus, serving as a catalyst for the Montgomery Bus Boycott and the end of segregation.

Rest in power, Claudette🕊️

If you in any way support what happened to Renee Good or are supporting any of what is happening and consider yourself a Christian.

You are the people in John 8 wanting to cast stones, you are those who put Jesus to death. You are in darkness. Woe to you.

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Girlies be like “I needed this” and it’s just rewatching the LOTR extended editions again

I think if I can take comfort in one thing, it’s that my closest friends, the ones I’ve chosen from elementary school to the present day are fighting against this regime in the ways they can.

The MMR vaccine is one of the first vaccines I remember getting. It was my second dosage, right before beginning kindergarten. I remember my doctor called it “the Barney shot” because it was purple.

Today I got it updated because I was no longer immune to mumps.

Stay vaccinated kids.

I love that for you. 😂 What is freedom like?

If my socks don’t coordinate to my outfit, just know I’m having a terrible day and am resigned to it.

Seriously. Something is truly wrong with me personally if this is the case. Send help. Preferably in the form of an allergy friendly treat.

Sometimes I tell myself the stories of what my parents did when I was a child so that I can remember to keep healthy boundaries.

In healing it can sometimes be hard to remember that I’m the one who has changed. Not them.

They are still not safe.

Me: I probably am not actually hypermobile, I probably am making it up

Also me: *sleeps on unfamiliar bed and upper back locks up so I cannot move or breathe fully* yeah just totally made up

Casual reminder that the myth of “pulling yourself up by your bootstraps” is a cruel hoax designed to convince poor people from all walks of life that the injustices they face are a result of their own actions, rather than an oppressive system rigged against them.

I'm preaching on light, the incarnation, photography, and hope.

I am trying to give this as much care and precision as I can. My desire to foster awe, wonder, care, and hope for our church in this season and these dark times.

Prepping to preach again this Sunday. Again, I'm preaching on something that I have been meditating on for years.

I sat down to type my thoughts (after much hand writing prep) and knocked out 5 pages, single spaced. Have a little more to finalize tomorrow.

If you ever wonder what I’m thinking about. It’s probably the nature of light and how it relates to the character of God.

My in-laws are equal opposites. Every single gift makes me feel loved, seen, cared for.

So yes, I am crying over prickly pear syrup and gf brownies.

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My parents are terrible gift givers. My mom buys gifts that I either immediately donate or throw away. My dad used to buy me “hate” gifts (like anti-Christian books).

Occasionally I get something nice if I ask specifically or buy it myself, they’ll reimburse. Which is fine…?

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