feel like i just wandered off too far into the wilderness and found a horrible gory battlefield where people are still fighting the spanish-american war
while you all complain about your decadent glut of discourse-of-the-day topics catholics are out here fighting for their lives to survive last centurys discourse. be grateful
British naturalist Gwendolyn “Len” Howard (1894—1973) who let birds fly and roost in her Sussex cottage. She studied them closely and wrote books about her observations, including Birds as Individuals (1952). A handwritten sign outside her home read “NO VISITORS. NO CALLERS. NESTING BIRDS, MUST KEEP COTTAGE QUIET”.
7 new ruggies up for sale!! Handmade punch needle pieces, all made in acrylic yarn, burlap and backed with felt, all the borders are fully whip stitched and they have little loops for easy hanging ❤️
[ID: Seven punch needle rugs, featuring a dog and a bunny sharing a big bowl of soup, a capybara in a
hot spring, two cats
holding mugs together, a
barn owl and a starry sky, a vase with different flowers, a bear eating
watermelon and two ants hanging out in a strawberry. The rest of the images are individual close-ups of each rug.
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I’m so glad people don’t make thematically significant confessional monologues the way they do in Films like can you imagine if you were on your second date with some guy and you’re like looking out a balcony over the city or whatever and he’s like “When I was a kid… my mom and dad used to take me to little league games together. Every Sunday, I would go up to bat and look at them up in the bleachers, smiling and cheering for me. But I was terrible at baseball, always striking out. So I stopped looking. I didn’t want to think about disappointing them. I practiced so hard. I got calluses on my hand from the bat. And finally, one weekend, I hit a home run. And I looked back before I started to run, ready to see them cheering…. But they were gone. My dad had a heart attack five minutes into the game and my mom went with him to the hospital. And I didn’t even notice because I was just thinking about hitting the ball really hard.” I don’t think I could handle that
Heads up guys if ur thinking about watching the movie “pig” starring nicolas cage the title is super misleading. The pig is barely in it its actually about the Portland restaurant scene and like grief or whatever
