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the phrase "tolerant left" pisses me off because technically i'm left but i'm NOT tolerant. if you say dumb shit i'm not gonna be like "uwu you're entitled to your opinion, peace is the best option" i'm fuckimg DESTROYING you. think before you say private healthcare has good incentives

in the mood to go get lost in the woods for a couple hours, not saying i WANT to stumble into a fae circle but if i did i wouldn’t be mad

someone: hey what do you think of (paranormal topic)

me, wise in the ways of the unexplained: well its either real or its fake

Today is Denim Day, one of the last days of April which is Sexual Assault Awareness Month. Denim Day is a movement to show solidarity to the survivors of sexual assault. I'm taking a stand, well more sitting in this photo, for other survivors like myself. It may not seem like a rebellious act, putting on a pair of jeans, but it is. The young woman's abuser was set free after the conviction because "her jeans were too tight to be removed without help implying consent". Telling her story, being seen, and holding people accountable for their actions are steps towards ending assault culture. #denimday https://www.instagram.com/p/B_lTRl8D5fAm4PGvGRXIGtrad731ZEF8VrKTqw0/?igshid=s8v80iqwhyos

North Idaho Gothic

-The pines in the forest don’t bend, and they don’t break. No matter how heavy the rain or how strong the wind, they will stand perfectly still. Nobody asks why.

-Do not cut down the trees here. They will be back.

-The sky is blue, not a cloud to be seen. Rain falls. Nobody ever wonders why. Still, the sky is clear, and rain falls.

-Do not swim in Lake Pend Orielle. It will draw you in. Do not touch the water. The things that live in its depths are waiting.

-The towns may seem small, but you will get lost. The streets keep going, on and on, ever narrower. The buildings watch you lose your way, and they smile.

-The dogs don’t bark after nightfall. Ever. They keep their silent vigil until dawn. You wonder why, but the look in their eyes tells you everything.

-Nobody ever comes or goes. If someone does come, they won’t be here for long. They don’t know this land, or its laws. Sooner or later they will break one, and they will be gone.

-The missionaries will be at your door with a smile and you turn them away. They smile, and you turn them away. Something about the smile seems hollow, empty. You never look at their eyes, nobody does. Nobody knows what they will see, and they don’t want to find out.

-There are children’s toys littered around almost every yard, but you never see any children. Every time you look out the window, the toys have moved.

-On every street, all but one streetlamp is dead. No one goes out after nightfall, because they know what is under the dark streetlamps. If you ask them they will deny it, but they know.

-If you see a river stone with a hole in it, don’t touch it. And no matter what, never look through it. When you return home, it won’t be the same as when you left it.

-It’s quiet in the forest, but don’t let that deceive you. They are watching. You know it, because you hear the distant tinkle of windchimes and the chill on the back of your neck.

-Don’t wander. You won’t find your way back. You never will.