ππΌ SAVE ππΌ THE ππΌ BEES ππΌ OR ππΌ WE ππΌ DIE ππΌ
This excellent visual representation of that old scam, βtrickle down economicsβ, has been all over Twitter recently.
Fucking sick of being overlooked all the time
Give us slavic ariana now
What happens if tarantula no longger need the frog?
great news! that just straight-up doesn't happen.
tarantulas can live for well over a decade, and female tarantulas can expect to breed multiple times before they finally kick it! and since there's always the expectation of there going to be a new clutch of eggs in the nest every year, there's no benefit in getting rid of the frogs that will keep those eggs safe.
a female columbian lesserblack tarantula will treasure and protect her frogs until the day she dies, and then those frogs will go into the care of whichever of her daughters inherits her burrow! it's an eternal cycle. a cycle of frog.
being queer and seeing historical queer love is like a punch to the gut in a good way every time
I worship at your altar and admire thine beauty
My divine Aphrodite.
With hair like spun gold which down your spine cascades.
Each kiss like fruit ripe from the vine.
In all things you are perfect, in all things divine.
October will be filled with love.
October will be filled with positivity.
October will be filled with kindness.
October will be filled with happiness.
October will be filled with progress.
October will be filled with blessings.
They're Together Again...
I know this; The most painful thing is lying to yourself to appease others.Β
Snow White Virgin, Blood Red Whore Pure like fresh virginity falling like winter snow, her eyes like heaven, glow innocence, beckon me to her. Β I follow like a faithful servant, follow her into a locked room lined with the misery of hell and she transforms before my very eyes once blind. What stands before me drenched in blood and draped in seduction, shit, and mud. Blind are we to the essence of life and all we see is what we want. A Snow White Virgin becomes a Blood Red Whore. Once pure and silent eats sin and violence.
I blink twice and all is bright once more, her lips sweet like honey embrace me and once again I fight to see the truth. Β Face her and I see blackened rot and ruined meat. I see now the thing I hate, a whore, a saint, my love and fate. Blind are we to the essence of life and all we see is what we want. A Snow White Virgin becomes a Blood Red Whore. Once pure and silent eats sin and violence. Now all ye faithful in blissful ignorance look to your virgins and see the truth. The vows they promise are fell from lips of a whore and nothing more than innocence lost and buried in lies. Bodies swear to cleanness covered in flies and kisses of the blind servants. So come together all the blind and faithful and kneel before your Snow White Whores and Blood Red Virgins and feed them your wishes and sins and watch them bathe in seduction, shit, and mud.
-The Crow Queen