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Die ersten Wahlplakate hängen – fröhliches Grinsen der Kandidaten, als ob sie gerade den besten Weihnachtskeks gebacken hätten. „Wir bringen die Geschenke!“, steht da in großen Buchstaben, während man sich fragt, ob das ein Wahlversprechen oder eine Ankündigung für den nächsten Weihnachtsmarkt ist.

Reminder: You are under no obligation to look pretty.

'Pretty' is not the rent you pay to exist in the world as a woman.

it's like assembling a team for a reality TV show where the contestants are picked based on their ability to create drama rather than their qualifications.

After Santa tried to sabotage the reindeer union efforts, the situation escalated quickly

🟦 I am in this image and I don't like it.

The Narcissist's Prayer

That didn't happen.
And if it did, it wasn't that bad.
And if it was, that's not a big deal.
And if it is, that's not my fault.
And if it was, I didn't mean it.
And if I did, you deserved it.

--Dayna Craig

When even Death Gets a Tech Upgrade

Uncomfortably Familiar

Something out of the archive: A male Northern lapwing (Kiebitz).

They lay 3 to 4 eggs in a ground scrape often in open farm land. The chicks are able to walk shortly after hatching.
As farmers, we try to look out for lapwing nests days before agricultural operations and leave these areas out.

Like mammals, chickens experience REM sleep, suggesting they can dream.