Lauren Hartz
@lnhartz.bsky.social
Here to dick around and maybe feel a spark of joy
#ThePitt is hands down one of the best shows on television right now. I don't know the last time I marked off a day on my calendar each week to watch each new episode.
You can feel the stress in your body, the constant pressure our medical professionals deal with day in and day out.
You can feel the stress in your body, the constant pressure our medical professionals deal with day in and day out.
March 7, 2025 at 3:07 AM
#ThePitt is hands down one of the best shows on television right now. I don't know the last time I marked off a day on my calendar each week to watch each new episode.
You can feel the stress in your body, the constant pressure our medical professionals deal with day in and day out.
You can feel the stress in your body, the constant pressure our medical professionals deal with day in and day out.
@mxchristalbot.bsky.social's latest CCF article mentioned shifting their language from minority to minoritized to distinguish between systemic marginalization of a group rather than being in a group where their identity is not the most represented.
It made me think of the social model of disability
It made me think of the social model of disability
February 26, 2025 at 8:09 PM
@mxchristalbot.bsky.social's latest CCF article mentioned shifting their language from minority to minoritized to distinguish between systemic marginalization of a group rather than being in a group where their identity is not the most represented.
It made me think of the social model of disability
It made me think of the social model of disability
I struggle to describe the urgent ferocity to finish a story The Last Tale of the Flower Bride left me with. It was veratious and animalistic.
All I could do was grip the bound pages in my hands and hope that my white knuckles left them with a fraction of the impression the words left upon me.
All I could do was grip the bound pages in my hands and hope that my white knuckles left them with a fraction of the impression the words left upon me.
February 18, 2025 at 9:30 AM
I struggle to describe the urgent ferocity to finish a story The Last Tale of the Flower Bride left me with. It was veratious and animalistic.
All I could do was grip the bound pages in my hands and hope that my white knuckles left them with a fraction of the impression the words left upon me.
All I could do was grip the bound pages in my hands and hope that my white knuckles left them with a fraction of the impression the words left upon me.