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JediPancakes ॐ♀️Ⓥ🇵🇸🇺🇦🐈‍⬛ Enraged Feminist 💣

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Dog/Cat rescue #schizophrenic #Bipolar #Autistic Lover of books, coffee, weed & Gordon Ramsay🔪 #Ally/Mother🏳️‍🌈 #healloudly

#FuckGregAbbott🖕#FuckTrump 🖕 Katılım Mayıs 2010
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Together.....
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By Paco Catalán
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Aysha
Aysha@AyshaSusmaz·
I can’t stop thinking about how Gaza’s journalists gave their lives just so the world could see the truth.
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derek guy
derek guy@dieworkwear·
The artist behind this painting, Criselda Vasquez, painted this portrait of her parents in 2017. The man in this painting, her father, was recently taken by ICE. He has lived in the United States for forty years. This loss has made it hard for the family to support themselves. If you want to support them, you can go to their GoFundMe here: gofund.me/456d8a193
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The New American Gothic, 2017, by Criselda Vasquez

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Papa Woof und Krampus und Bleaken
His phone number was in the book. It was 1957. Oliver Hardy had died in August. Stan Laurel was sixty-seven years old. He was living in a small two-bedroom apartment at the Oceana on Ocean Avenue in Santa Monica. He had moved there after his last divorce because the rent was reasonable and it was within walking distance of the beach. He had been Hardy's partner for thirty years. They had made over a hundred films together. They had been the most famous comedy duo in the world. They had not been wealthy — they had made most of their films for Hal Roach Studios on contracts that gave them almost nothing in residuals — and by the 1950s they had been living on personal appearance tours and what was left of their savings. Hardy had a stroke in 1956. He had lost the ability to speak. Stan had visited him every week at his home in North Hollywood. He had sat by the bed and talked. Hardy could not answer. Stan had talked anyway. Hardy died in August 1957. He weighed a hundred and forty pounds at the end. He had been three hundred at his peak. Stan was too sick to attend the funeral. He had been having his own health problems for years. A stroke of his own in 1955. Diabetes. He could no longer travel. The doctor had told him to stay in Santa Monica and rest. He stayed. He did not stop working. He could not. He had been writing comedy material for forty years, and he did not know how to do anything else, and the work was the thing that kept him from sitting in the apartment looking at the wall. He wrote sketches for younger comedians. He answered fan mail. He kept his phone number listed in the Santa Monica directory under his own name. Anyone who wanted to call him could. The fans started calling. They started writing. They started showing up at the door. Word had gotten out, somehow, that the apartment number was easy to find. Tourists who had grown up watching the films would knock on the door of 849 Franklin Street, and Stan would open it. He invited them in. Every single one of them. For eight years. He sat in his living room and talked to anyone who came. He served them tea. He showed them photographs from the films. He answered questions. He did his small thumb-in-the-tie gesture that he had done at the end of every film. He laughed at his own jokes and theirs. He did not have an assistant. He did not have a secretary. He did not have security. He had his second wife, Ida, who made coffee and brought out cake. He did the rest himself. He did this for hundreds of people. Filmmakers who would later become famous — Dick Van Dyke, Jerry Lewis, Marcel Marceau, Peter Sellers, the writer Larry Harmon — came to the apartment because they had heard the door was open. So did tourists from Iowa. So did salesmen from Toronto. So did teenagers from Glendale who had ridden the bus across town. He gave them all the same hour. Dick Van Dyke later said that Stan Laurel had taught him everything he had ever learned about comedy. He said he had gone to that apartment three times in five years. The first time, Stan had sat with him for four hours. In 1961, Stan was given a special Academy Award for his contribution to comedy. He could not travel to the ceremony. Danny Kaye accepted on his behalf and read a short speech Stan had written. The speech ended with one line, which Stan had insisted on. The line was: I wish my partner could share this with me. He was the funnier of the two of us. Stan kept the Oscar on a bookshelf in the apartment. He showed it to fans when they asked. He let them hold it. He told them which year it was for. He never said it had been awarded to him alone. He always said it was for the two of them. He died in February 1965. He was seventy-four. Heart attack. He had been resting in his armchair in the apartment. The nurse who was attending him in his last weeks had stepped into the kitchen. When she came back, he was gone. His last words, spoken to the nurse minutes before, were about skiing. He had said he would rather be skiing. She had asked him if he liked to ski. He had said no, he had never skied in his life, but he would rather be doing that than what he was doing. Then he laughed. Then he died. Dick Van Dyke gave the eulogy at the funeral. He said one line that became famous in comedy circles afterward. He said: a man like Stan Laurel doesn't really die. The thing he made is the thing that survives him. The phone number in the Santa Monica directory was removed by Ida the week after the funeral. She kept the apartment for another two years. Fans still came to the door. She told them, kindly, that Stan was gone. Some of them had not known. She invited them in for tea anyway. She showed them the photographs. She told them stories. She did this for two years before she could bear to move out. Some people, in the last act of their life, keep the door open to anyone who knocks, because they have nothing left to give but their time, and they discover, surprisingly, that their time is the only thing anyone had ever really wanted from them
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lets heal and recover
lets heal and recover@recovery_your·
I'm tired man. So fucking tired. My soul is tired. I,ve lost motivation, I wake up everyday to fight the same battle in my head. It’s exhausting. Hugs to anyone else going through this dark patch.
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Volcaholic 🌋
Volcaholic 🌋@volcaholic1·
Cuba out of diesel and fuel oil entirely, pumps empty in Havana. Trump's vicious blockade means hospital generators dead, chemo halted, over 11,000 kids awaiting surgery, and one million without reliable water. Heartless monster.
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i was kidnapped
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how do i look here
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Republicans against Trump
Republicans against Trump@RpsAgainstTrump·
Trump: “Drugs coming by sea, meaning coming by water, by ocean. A lot of people don’t know what I mean by sea. They think I mean vision. I’m talking about sea like the sea.” The dumbest president in history
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Mel
Mel@Villgecrazylady·
I’ve been thinking this all day long. A Syrian man and his 12 year old daughter were riding on a motorcycle in southern Lebanon when an Israeli drone strike took the dad out. His daughter made it 100 yards & another drone came for her. They’re hunting 12 year olds w drones.
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𐌁𐌉Ᏽ 𐌕𐌉𐌌𐌉
Tired: Humans are killing the planet Wired: literally like 90 specific billionaires and CEOs are killing the planet and we literally know their names
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