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Well, she’s done her re-creation of The Last Supper and it is a masterpiece. 🙌 There are jellybeans on the table. Jellybeans. At the last supper.

@vicegripx ❤️❤️❤️ My heart goes out to you. ❤️❤️❤️

@vicegripx I'm so sorry to hear. I'll be thinking of you. Take care.

Competizione.

La curva d’esperienza.

President Zelensky granted a "Legend of Ukraine" award to Fuminori Tsuchiko, a 75-year old Japanese volunteer living in #Kharkiv Using his savings, Fuminori-san opened a charity café in Saltivka, Kharkiv's district most ravaged by russian attacks, to feed people in need for free

This is a beautiful letter from Fiona Apple explaining to her fans why she must postpone a concert date. I am impressed at the way she was instantly able to make the decision to choose love over her career. Indeed, the world needs more of this. Enjoy the story... “It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later. Here's the thing. I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid. She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face. She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders. She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist. Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us. She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head. She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album. The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years. She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death. Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, and my mother, and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is. I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference. She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore. I know that she's not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people. But I know she is coming close to the time where she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go. I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out. Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed. But this decision is instant. These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship. I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable and comforted and safe and important. I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that. Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known. When she dies. So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am revelling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing. I'll be seeing you. Love, Fiona”

listen. we cannot kill this fucking pig. there’s a spider nearby who keeps writing things in her web and they seem to be friends

Sportività. Valori. Educazione.

Oh my goodness, Costco on Merivale is flooded inside!

Lol how’s YOUR day going? 📍Bank and Riverside #ottnews #ottweather #ottawa @ctvottawa @BlacksWeather @ConnorMockettWX

WHAT

L’apparenza spesso inganna, ma alla fine presenta il conto.

The video shows Svitlana and Hrystyna, street singers who raise money for the Ukrainian army – An hour after this performance, the girls were killed by a Russian missile. Yesterday they sang near the site of the Russian attack on #Zaporizhzhia. They were 19 and 21 years old. Eternal memory🕯️

Another before & after from Lahaina, Maui (before from Google Maps, after from Richard Olsten on Facebook)

@vicegripx OMG.

@LizKunkel3 These are beautiful pictures!

I was afraid I was being unproductive at work today but y’all were queuing for Taylor Swift presale spots so I’m totally fine. 💪

If Taylor Swift says Toronto=Canada, then so it shall be, forevermore.

2020: Everyone suddenly became an epidemiologist 2023: Everyone adds meteorologist to their resume

Ah nothing to see here, just a tornado watch symbol now conveniently displayed on my desktop. #2023apocalypse