i hear about the Bohemian Grove every once in a while and i just want to share! we come up with conspiracy theories about secret elite meetings when one already exists! (source: Britannica)
this is a secretive annual meeting between mostly white male artists, writers, actors, lawyers, journalists and businessmen. they get "bohemian" from the idea that they are cultured intellectuals and used the owl as an emblem.
the 16-day event is called an "encampment" and they host events and rituals like the "Cremation of Care." despite journalists' attendance, we don't get really any info on this, only leaks! they hide from the public in a 2.7k acre area, and this is NOT a small thing! they've had members like Ronald Reagan and Mark Twain.
now replace SHE with was and was with HE. not so funny now, is it? #feminism #pronouns
SHE was a punk. HE did ballet. #woke #truelove
Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.
I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.
💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.
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@sajagz, thank you for listening.
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you look at me like you hate me. why?
this is just gonna be a short comic i'll make to work through some feelings. i feel like an alien a lot of the time - not in the space-y sense, but like i have to be from somewhere else. it's really lonely, and i realized that i have no excuse for keeping it in because it slips out anyway :p
i feel like a 6-year-old honestly ToT "wahh! wahh! they didn't want to be friends!" but well,,,,,, i've been like this for so long it needs to leave haha
ft. @astravox cameo HAHAHA if i add someone, it can't be in a negative way so. need happiness!!
thank you again for that!! XD she specifically gave me a hard time to design because, well, she can also fight! like soaked in blood fight 😭 and it was very hard to balance that with the kind of elegance she needs to have when she's not murdering people 😭😭
please give me your ocs to draw,,,
i think it's very cool that we just have little guys we spin in our brain and torture sometimes 💙
RYU CAN DO AN OLLIE?!??!?! DEMONSTRATION PERHAPS pretty please???!??! 🙏🙏🙏
HI SO I AM NOTTTT. an animation whiz so sorry if this is kinda lame LOL. i tried
(btw, the text reads: “pst. are you filming? …ok lock in.” at the end he says “done” :3)
this was also too big to put in gif format so. ryu vid!!
(my fav frames btw… wheee)
WAIT THIS IS FIRE???
i know someone would like this hehehe
What's your fav Hole song? :3
teenage wh0re and plump
messy self indulgent cat boy doodle
currently tryna get over my embarrassment and just drawing whatever i want
also thanks yall for being so nice to me on my last post yall are so sweet RAAA
i froth at the mouth and convulse when i even think about human contact !
"can mutuals DM you?" Is this a joke, I'd rub up on some of them like a cat.
a beautiful country now just beautiful people.
i love this line because it's actually really important!! i see americans (rightfully) upset about things looking like they're crumbling - and yeah! it will be hard! and i wish people could just set aside their difference so it wouldn't be!
but even if not united, a country is filled with people. and there are people who, even if fighting against big things, will be brave, kind, and hopeful - and that's beautiful :]
really fucking pissed about police brutality in my community against a student driven palestine protest, so here's a poem to show for that
Tear gas strewn across faces
A flag flying despite it all
Wickedness at the head of an establishment
About to fall.
These people starve, they fight and wail, we hear and we listen,
All of us listen, except those who truly matter.
How much more blood. must be shed, before you finally quit your palaces of gold
And stand before the pile of corpses building outside your squeaky clean window?
How many more kids must be rendered hopeless and afraid
Of a future you are, again and again, willing to steal?
Hauling your oil around, until the ashes of this earth finally reach your shined shoes.
How many more voices must be silenced, and awoken yet again
How. Many. More. Cycles must we traverse?
How many more dictators, and revolutions,
How many more years, until our own burning earth, will finally eat up your hate,
And our hope?
When you stand, finally, watching your mansions of ignorance burn to the ground
Will you think of those kids?
Will you think of a teen flattened to the ground,
For daring to hope?
Will you think of the sight of a dying sunset, off the shores of a decimated nation,
Awaiting the promise of night, now non differentiable from the promise of flames,
And bodies under rubble,
Homes rendered to dust
A beautiful country now just beautiful people.
Will your tears run red, as you mourn the loss of your home, and will you understand, how hunger feels,
When we haul you back to prison
Where you’ll rot,
With no cash in your hands.
Will you understand then?
Or will you understand now.
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