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The kākāpō is the world's heaviest flightless parrot Too heavy to fly, it spends its life walking through New Zealand's forests

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"Open Your Heart" is one of the best pop songs ever

@SashaIsGoddess @nypost Im closing in on it 😭😂🤣

The Verve - Bitter Sweet Symphony

David Bowie - Ashes To Ashes

This reporter caught Justice Clarence Thomas in the halls and asked him who he had been speaking to and if it was Speaker Johnson and he kept acting like he couldn’t hear her question because he knows he was speaking with Speaker Mike Johnson. He continues to lie just like Trump

@_Purple_G0ddess Darn. I couldn't think of one witty reply 😭

@_Purple_G0ddess Who says your sweat is silly 😉

@_Purple_G0ddess Or it's just not that hot of a social media anymore!

@_Purple_G0ddess Hmmm 🤔 Wonder what it says about the audience differences?

This post actually did well on bluesky, you guys suck

It's so hot here I'm going to start selling My sweat by the liter..

Let me be really clear about what just happened. The head of the U.S. Postal Service sat in front of the United States Senate and said the quiet part loud: no voter list, no mail ballots. Full stop. You don’t get to look away from this one. This is a proposed rule. It’s being fought in court. But the fact that it was said — that a federal official openly threatened to withhold your ballot — that matters. Your vote is yours. Not the administration’s. Not USPS’s. Yours. Stay informed. Stay loud.

@_Purple_G0ddess @serve_sasha I think very nice pillows!

Stop telling me to vote third party in the midterms. Not this time. The priority is removing power from this corrupt, pedo protecting, authoritarian, war-hungry administration. That means helping Democrats win enough seats to investigate, block, expose and impeach these people.

A son took his father to a restaurant to enjoy a delicious dinner.His father is quite old and therefore ,a little weak too. While eating, food occasionally fell on his shirt and pants. The other guests watched the old man with their faces contorted in disgust,but his son remained calm.After they both finished eating,the son quietly helped his father and took him to the toilet. Cleaned food scraps from his crampled face and attempted to wash food stains on his clothes, graciously combed his gray hair and finally put on his glasses. As they left the restroom, a deep silence reigned in the restaurant. The son paid their bill but just before they leave, a man, also old, got up and ask the old man’s son , “Don’t you think you left something here?” The young man replied “I did not leave anything.” Then the stranger said to him,”You left a lesson here for every son and a hope for every father.” The whole restaurant was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop! One of the greatest honours that exist ,is being able to take care of those who have taken care of us too.Our parents and all those elders who sacrificed their lives with all their time, money and effort for us, deserve our utmost respect ❣️♥️❤️ Credit: Bresilda Quinto

"If you marry that woman with Down syndrome, you're out of my will." My mother said it plain as day. No hesitation. I was 25 when I met Hannah. It was a small café near my workshop — the kind of place where the chairs don't match and the coffee is always slightly too hot. She was sitting alone by the window, reading. On our very first date, she looked at me and said, quietly and without any drama: "I have Down syndrome. I live with my parents. I just wanted you to know that up front — no surprises." I didn't say much. I just thought: whoever raised this woman did something right. When I told my family, my mother said I'd ruin my future. That people would talk. That she wouldn't help us. A few friends stopped calling — slowly at first, then all at once. Hannah never argued with any of them. She never once asked me to defend her or fight for her. She just kept showing up — meeting me after work, ordering the same chamomile tea, making me laugh at things I hadn't noticed before. Coffee became dinners. Dinners became Sunday mornings. One year later, I proposed in the same church where I was baptized, surrounded by the twelve people who hadn't walked away. We married that same year. Ten years later, we are raising our son, Caleb. Every night, Hannah falls asleep holding my hand. Every morning, Caleb climbs into our bed before either of us is ready to be awake. That's our family. The one they said wouldn't last. Last month, I ran into an old friend who had stopped calling. He looked at a photo of the three of us on my phone and said, "You look really happy, man." "I am," I said. And that was enough. My mother never changed her mind. She missed the wedding. She's missed every birthday Caleb has had. I don't tell this story for sympathy. I tell it because someone out there is standing exactly where I stood — being told that love has conditions, that the people who are supposed to be in your corner get a vote on who deserves to be in your life. They don't.

So which charity will you be donating to as a tribute to Me? Wait. I'll choose. The Malala fund Plan International And/or White Ribbon DM Me the proof 💋

˚꒰ა Amethyst © ໒꒱ ˚ 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹ℴ𝓂 🎂🎉10th of May @_Purple_G0ddess

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Yes I'm greedy AF But I can be selfless I'm strict and high demanding But also a fun loving hippie All are facets of the same person Also.. I deserve EVERYTHING 💋

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@_Purple_G0ddess I love that you do this 💜