I can go home now yes?
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just a reminder that I’ve remade my blog, moving over to ohhpersephone. I’ll still be keeping this tumblr as an archive, but I will no longer be posting from it.
just a reminder that I've remade my blog, moving over to ohhpersephone. I'll still be keeping this tumblr as an archive, but I will no longer be posting from it.
Treat yo self 🛀👑
OK that took less time than I thought, the new blog has started to go, from now on I'll be posting from @ohhpersephone :)
so yeah I'm remaking. It'll take some time to get set up and I'll archive this blog cause obviously there's so much I want to keep, but as soon as I'm ready to move over I'll get you guys a link :)
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In a victory activists were unsure they’d get, Uganda’s Constitutional Court overturned the country’s draconian Anti-Homosexuality Act today, declaring the anti-LGBT law “null and void” because of a parliamentary technicality in how it was passed.
The court determined that when members of Parliament passed the law in December 2013, Speaker Rebecca Kadaga had not established quorum — a required minimum number of members present to vote — effectively invalidating the law.
THIS IS FANTASTIC NEWS FOR ALL LGBTQI UGANDANS RIGHT HERE <3
And fantastic news for the LGBTQI community worldwide too
SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW :D
THIS IS HUGE AND AWESOME
I seriously let out a CHEER when I saw this on my dash :D
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Congrats family in Uganda!!! Support and solidarity from the U.S.!!!
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OK work you're pretty we get it
Gaaah I'm so done with the fucking tumblr app it never works when I want it to and it is always shitting out on me
Not about this winter life.
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teach yourself how to breathe, if you have to. build yourself a new set of lungs, if you have to.
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GUYS YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW WONDERFUL THIS IS
Parkinson’s is a degenerative disease and while it’s progress can be slowed down, it currently doesn’t have a cure. People suffering from Parkinson’s will experience a gradual loss of coordination and ability to perform even the most basic of every day tasks, including feeding themselves.
This spoon is HUGEfor them. Look at that gif of the man just trying to eat with the regular spoon and compare it to the liftware device. It’s NOT just a spoon, by the way, it comes with a fork as well, for example.
I found the website for the project where you can purchase a spoon for someone you know/love and even possibly donate money to help someone out who can’t afford it themselves right: HERE.
At the very least, please spread this for all the people who have Parkinson’s or loved ones with Parkinson’s.
You’ll help them take part of their life back.
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that’s cool
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PEOPLE HAVE BEEN TAKING OUT THE ABOVE INFORMATION AND JUST REBLOGGING THE PICTURE. IF YOU CAN REBLOG THE PICTURE, YOU CAN REBLOG THE LINK TO ACTUALLY HELP PEOPLE. THANKS.
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Drawings using graphite, tape, and resin by Brooks Shane Salzwedel
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Pergamonmuseum Berlin 2012
#tbt to every fantastic sleepover, tv session, and movie date with one of my fave ladies. @sugarspin
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Thanksgiving to me has never been about Pilgrims. When I was six, my mother, a woman of the Dineh nation, told my sister and me not to sing “Land of the Pilgrim’s pride” in “America the Beautiful.” Our people, she said, had been here much longer and taken much better care of the land. We were to sing “Land of the Indian’s pride” instead.
I was proud to sing the new lyrics in school, but I sang softly. It was enough for me to know the difference. At six, I felt I had learned something very important. As a child of a Native American family, you are part of a very select group of survivors, and I learned that my family possessed some “inside” knowledge of what really happened when those poor, tired masses came to our homes.
When the Pilgrims came to Plymouth Rock, they were poor and hungry — half of them died within a few months from disease and hunger. When Squanto, a Wampanoag man, found them, they were in a pitiful state. He spoke English, having traveled to Europe, and took pity on them. Their English crops had failed. The native people fed them through the winter and taught them how to grow their food.
These were not merely “friendly Indians.” They had already experienced European slave traders raiding their villages for a hundred years or so, and they were wary — but it was their way to give freely to those who had nothing. Among many of our peoples, showing that you can give without holding back is the way to earn respect. Among the Dakota, my father’s people, they say, when asked to give, “Are we not Dakota and alive?” It was believed that by giving there would be enough for all — the exact opposite of the system we live in now, which is based on selling, not giving.