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Anonymous asked: hey, just wanted you& to know that you&'re missed
hey there! We pop on here every once in a while to see if we have messages, and lo and behold, here was this very sweet one when we logged on today!
it is very nice to know our presences are appreciated. If you’re someone we’ve interacted with before, or hey, even if you’re not, please know you are welcome to send us a message, asking for our discord or telegram. That goes for this asker, and others!
It might take us a while to respond, as we don’t check this very often, but - just wanted to let you know there are methods to have our presences in your lives still! We’ve just fairly significantly switched over to more direct, person to person methods of interacting, for the most part ^^
Water Blossom Menorah by Amy Reichert
According to Jewish tradition, the original temple menorah was made of gold, almond-blossom-shaped cups. This modern riff on that design inspiration sets a ring of almond blossoms in a shallow pool of water. The pool both reflects the candlelight, and provides a dramatic and safe way for the candles to sizzle out as they burn down.
(Source: amyreichertjudaica.com, via taorluath-deactivated20221106)
Confession: I hope I’m making sense. Can black women just exist without having to do something radical and uplifting? Can we have a good time and just exist without it having a deeper meaning? I know these movements mean well, but it’s sometimes it’s exhausting and feels performative to fall into these #blackgirlmagic etc hashtags. I just really hope for the day when black girls can just exist and thrive without it meaning something deeper? I don’t know, maybe I’ve snapped.
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Shout out to my Arabic teacher that looked at us yesterday mid-lesson and said, “I’m worried. You all look exhausted and depressed.”
Of we were all like, “Oh yeah we’re dead inside, you haven’t noticed?”
And he snapped shut the textbook, threw up his hands and said, “That’s not healthy! No more vocab! Time for dancing!”
And he taught us a dance from Iraq and we danced instead of doing vocab. We didn’t stop dancing until he saw all of us laughing and was satisfied that we were all feeling better. It was perhaps the coolest, most kind-hearted thing I’ve ever seen a college instructor do.
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i made a very large worm out of wire, quilt batting and CDs. his butt lights up. well bye
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