I looooooooooove how green everything is so early in the year. Or when it’s snowing in the passes but the cherry blossoms have erupted in Seattle.
Caveat that every tolerable place on Earth seems a little like Eden when I’m not there.
I looooooooooove how green everything is so early in the year. Or when it’s snowing in the passes but the cherry blossoms have erupted in Seattle.
Caveat that every tolerable place on Earth seems a little like Eden when I’m not there.
Not advice, but my experience with the same feeling began to ease when someone told me that being upset about, say wars overseas, was not itself helping anyone anywhere and was in fact harming me and those around me.
Another nudge away from caring too much about too much came when I began making conscious efforts to care even more about things I had a part in or things I could control or do or say, which gratefully left less time and energy to care too much about the rest.
I also don’t recall the president denouncing Hamas very much during his address to the nation about the coup. Literally Hitler.
Sorry. This was more middle-of-the-night attempted sarcasm and even less topical. Sorry.
This is bs propaganda. Here’s the math:
SORRY folks. In the middle of the night I tried to make some sarcasm about the US’s intolerance of non-right-wing governments in the Americas and how many times the CIA has been proven to have helped topple non-right-wing governments. Mea culpa.
Even in Britain, the slow lane on two-human-wide escalators is on the right. It confounds me.
I would prefer God existed simply so that there were a proper forum to air my grievances.
In those moments when it seems likely that Christian God very much exists, and is a vengeful and micromanaging hide-and-seek champion Who allows children to have cancer, and with Whom I’d be in a clearly abusive relationship, He, too, appears to be a sadistic con artist of the nepobaby, MLM-upline variety.
Don’t shake them too hard or they stretch. But hang everything absofuckinglutely immediately after they’re outta the washer or dryer. Like rn.
Heads up: I’m sure you know, but others might not, that Mother Teresa was a sadistic con artist.
Without clicking the link, I’m gonna assume it’s Pe Cimpoi
While I might wear high heels to the grocery store, she wears them for desert births
Oh wow just like Turkish. Probably little sexism in Indonesia and none in Turkey, right?
But pro birth!
Also anti life!!
Jesus always finds a way