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Person: [Plays C, D, E, F, G, A, and B on a piano.]

Cat: [Meows a C, completing the scale]

purr-fect pitch... 

archive mb for @1oveaura

thread on twitter to mutual aid funds

both of these petitions have few signatures so far since they're new so i want to get the word out. justice for these Black trans women:

Justice for Riah Milton

Justice for Dominique Fells

@heyhegia

hi guys! i don’t know if this post will gain any traction, but there’s a charity called destiny rescue that works tirelessly to save filipino children from forced prostitution and forced cybersex. there’s a documentary about them here, and you can donate here. there are multiple donation options. i hope this will be spread around because child trafficking is a huge issue, especially in the philippines. thank you!!

stairway to heaven // the iconic vat phou unesco site in southern laos - july 2018

affirmation: everything is working out for me no matter how things look, seem or appear. all that matters is that my inner vision is firm, strong, and consistent. it’s all in my favour.

ashanti: Around the way girl…

🌾support black people in cottagecore🌾

i mean this in the nicest way possible you guys but you NEED to take better care of yourselves online. getting severely anxious about mass quantities of horrible things you cant change every single day is normal considering the internet’s ability to educate on worldwide issues, it shows that you have empathy and that you truly do care. but relentless knowledge of constant suffering on this scale is NOT something humans are psychologically equipped to handle. it’s okay to shut off. it’s okay to just take a break and enjoy yourself for a while in your own localized space

everything by design

Madonna, “If You Forget Me” by Pablo Neruda, The Postman (II Postino) Motion Picture Soundtrack (Hollywood Records, 1995)

If You Forget Me

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda, “If You Forget Me,” The Captain’s Verses (New Directions, 1972)

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