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thinking about the time back when i was in middle school & we had a bomb threat at the school and after standing outside for a couple hours while the place was searched we got taken back inside around when it was my particular lunch period, and the school was like "we know you only have like 15 minutes left in the lunch period now because of that but we're not gonna give you any extra time lol we're getting back on schedule"

and the Entire block of middle schoolers in the span of like 5 minutes all quickly organized & agreed that we were NOT leaving until we had had our proper amount of lunch time and flat out all refused to get up when administrators kept trying to get us to because what were they gonna do? give like a hundred different students detention?

anyway after like 40 minutes we'd decided we'd been given our due and agreed to leave and go back to class & i think that display of collectivism & power of unity was what radicalized me

HAPPY SANS SWEEP QUEEN DEATH DAY

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It always upsets me so much when I see interpretations/illustrations of the two headed calf poem that show a living calf being torn away from its mother and killed to sell to a museum and framing the poem as being "humanity kills beautiful things for being different".

Two headed cows almost never survive more than a few hours after their birth. The farmer finds the *body* the next day. The calf was destined to die, and that's a tragedy, but for the time it was alive, it had a beautiful and unique experience.

It's not a poem about the cruelty of man. It's a poem about the beauty of life in an indifferent universe. It's about purpose and beauty being able to exist even in an existence doomed to come to an end, as all our lives are. It's not a poem about how a calf dies, but how, even for only a brief moment, it was alive.

And, for that moment, because of that life, however fleeting, the sky had twice as many stars.

“Now you’re breaking more than my heart, Marinette!”

i wish all working class brits a very riot when your government tries to spend a billion dollars on that bitch’s funeral while your cost of living skyrockets, and i wish all non brits a very support working class brits while their country catches on fire

I like the B team so much

i post for the girls who used to read obsessively but can no longer pick up a book and also are no longer girls