Interests: fossils, crocheting, and baseball. Other random interests: War of 1812
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It sticks out its little arms and earnestly sprinkles sand over itself 🦑𓂃◌𓈒𓐍
It sticks out its little arms and earnestly sprinkles sand over itself 🦑𓂃◌𓈒𓐍
St Andrew, Fersfield (Norfolk) houses the oak effigy of Sir Robert du Bois (d.1333), carved c.1340 and retaining its original paint.
St Andrew, Fersfield (Norfolk) houses the oak effigy of Sir Robert du Bois (d.1333), carved c.1340 and retaining its original paint.
And as a Canadian I am very concerned about a U.S. President who has repeatedly threatened our national sovereignty who has now shown that he is willing to illegally invade a country and overturn its government because that country has resources he wants.
Very concerned.
And as a Canadian I am very concerned about a U.S. President who has repeatedly threatened our national sovereignty who has now shown that he is willing to illegally invade a country and overturn its government because that country has resources he wants.
Very concerned.
Let that sink in.
Let that sink in.
Someone who loves this poor man needs to sit down and have a talk with him.
Someone who loves this poor man needs to sit down and have a talk with him.
Virginia Woolf: “So with the lamps all put out, the moon sunk, and a thin rain drumming on the roof a downpouring of immense darkness began. Nothing, it seems, could survive the flood, the profusion of darkness”
“When society tries to police and exclude trans girls, it ends up policing all girls.
Because transmisogyny does not just say, “Trans girls aren’t real girls.” It also says, “There is only one correct way to be a girl.””
“When society tries to police and exclude trans girls, it ends up policing all girls.
Because transmisogyny does not just say, “Trans girls aren’t real girls.” It also says, “There is only one correct way to be a girl.””
Virginia Woolf: “So with the lamps all put out, the moon sunk, and a thin rain drumming on the roof a downpouring of immense darkness began. Nothing, it seems, could survive the flood, the profusion of darkness”
Virginia Woolf: “So with the lamps all put out, the moon sunk, and a thin rain drumming on the roof a downpouring of immense darkness began. Nothing, it seems, could survive the flood, the profusion of darkness”