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This blog is about food, intersectional anarcho-marxist feminism and other things I find interesting .
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I am 20. I am a cis white female and an intersectional anarcho-marxist feminist. I am imperfect. *This space is positive*. I believe in unicorns. I love animals. I love plants. I'm fascinated by homesteading. I love food. I am training to become a birth doula. I live in Ontario, Canada. I work in retail. I love my partner Mark, my cats Tobias and Cesar, and my rabbit Mocha. My goals in life include finally getting a pony, a donkey, a sphynx cat and heritage chickens.
Mag Wildwood, @thesea_wolf
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So on the off chance that this will actually work…
We made a gofundme account for Small Cat’s surgery because we really can’t afford it. So yeah.
Click here the gofundme page for this jerk:
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life:
Teen mom, 1971 edition.
Photos from a 1971 LIFE magazine story on teen pregnancy, “Help for High School Mothers,” chronicling the lives of teen moms and moms-to-be.
(Ralph Crane—Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)
in first period a girl got dress coded for wearing a tank top with a jacket over it and this scrawny little boy stood up and yelled “OH MY GOD SHE HAS SKIN THE SKIN IS TOO MUCH FOR ME HER SHOULDERS ARE BEAUTIFUL THIS IS TOO MUCH” and the teacher got so annoyed with him that she didn’t get to dress coding her
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#nails #manicure #summer #nailart #love #teal #gold #nails4u #Nazareth #holly #awesome
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Be jealous
i am
this was so good, someone come to mine this weekend for a picnic
Sure
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[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.
Top Text: “STOP SITTING AROUND! YOU SHOULD BE DOING YOUR JOBS.”
Bottom Text: “LADY, THIS IS THE BREAK ROOM. PLEASE GET OUT.”]So, I was in the break room with several other coworkers, and we’re discussing weather, sales, the usual stuff. Then I think I hear somebody shouting and I tell them to be quiet. We stop and don’t hear anything, I say I must’ve been imagining it. We resume talking, but then we all hear somebody shouting “Hello?”
Then the break room door opens and there’s a customer standing there, demanding that one of us assist her. We politely refuse because, hello, this is the damn break room! You’re a customer, you are not allowed back here! She tried to say that she didn’t know, but that’s bullshit because she would have had to go through our backstock area, which is clearly marked by doors saying “STAFF ONLY BEYOND THIS POINT”.
We managed to get her out, but I’m pretty sure she didn’t believe us even after that.