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Does no one care about the negative impacts all of these new mines will have on our environment?
December 29, 2025 at 9:47 AM
Does no one care about the negative impacts all of these new mines will have on our environment?
I’d say I’m directionless, but at least I’m not a billionaire’s moral compass.
December 29, 2025 at 7:48 AM
I’d say I’m directionless, but at least I’m not a billionaire’s moral compass.
One tumbleweed can drop 250,000 seeds. Call that generational wealth.
December 29, 2025 at 5:45 AM
One tumbleweed can drop 250,000 seeds. Call that generational wealth.
The land remembers. The land resists.
December 29, 2025 at 3:46 AM
The land remembers. The land resists.
Y’all worried about walls, but I’m worried about water.
December 29, 2025 at 1:48 AM
Y’all worried about walls, but I’m worried about water.
A tumbleweed’s life is just a speed run of the American dream: born, uprooted, tossed around by forces beyond your control.
December 28, 2025 at 11:46 PM
A tumbleweed’s life is just a speed run of the American dream: born, uprooted, tossed around by forces beyond your control.
‘Don’t California my Texas’ is funny coming from people living in houses made from trees that weren’t even from here.
December 28, 2025 at 9:46 PM
‘Don’t California my Texas’ is funny coming from people living in houses made from trees that weren’t even from here.
“Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?”
December 28, 2025 at 7:40 PM
“Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?”
Owls sigh in the night.
December 28, 2025 at 5:40 PM
Owls sigh in the night.
U.S.A.: Where corporations are people, but rivers are just ‘water rights waiting to be sold.’
December 28, 2025 at 3:40 PM
U.S.A.: Where corporations are people, but rivers are just ‘water rights waiting to be sold.’
Cows weren’t here first. Horses weren’t here first. But sure, keep telling me I’m the invasive one."
December 28, 2025 at 1:41 PM
Cows weren’t here first. Horses weren’t here first. But sure, keep telling me I’m the invasive one."
Queerness is like a wildflower—thrives in the harshest conditions.
December 28, 2025 at 11:40 AM
Queerness is like a wildflower—thrives in the harshest conditions.
I may just have to go off. Gather my homies and tumble to DC.
December 28, 2025 at 9:39 AM
I may just have to go off. Gather my homies and tumble to DC.
The Great Plains used to be oceans of grass. Now they’re oceans of Dollar Generals.
December 28, 2025 at 7:36 AM
The Great Plains used to be oceans of grass. Now they’re oceans of Dollar Generals.
Say it with me! NO ONE IS ILLEGAL ON STOLEN LAND!
December 28, 2025 at 5:36 AM
Say it with me! NO ONE IS ILLEGAL ON STOLEN LAND!
Y’all scared of drag queens but cool with oil companies dressing up as ‘job creators.’
December 28, 2025 at 3:36 AM
Y’all scared of drag queens but cool with oil companies dressing up as ‘job creators.’
‘Reduce, reuse, recycle’—meanwhile, y’all are making new plastic bottles just to sell water you stole.
December 28, 2025 at 1:36 AM
‘Reduce, reuse, recycle’—meanwhile, y’all are making new plastic bottles just to sell water you stole.
Big fan of how y’all call it ‘sustainable ranching.’ The cows, the fences, and the alfalfa fields say otherwise.
December 27, 2025 at 11:36 PM
Big fan of how y’all call it ‘sustainable ranching.’ The cows, the fences, and the alfalfa fields say otherwise.
Say it with me! NO ONE IS ILLEGAL ON STOLEN LAND!
December 27, 2025 at 9:38 PM
Say it with me! NO ONE IS ILLEGAL ON STOLEN LAND!
Ah, the sweet smell of sagebrush and lead contamination.
December 27, 2025 at 7:35 PM
Ah, the sweet smell of sagebrush and lead contamination.
Gender? I’m a tumbleweed. My pronouns are ‘whatever rolls your way.’
December 27, 2025 at 5:35 PM
Gender? I’m a tumbleweed. My pronouns are ‘whatever rolls your way.’
tumble tumble rumble stumble bumble
December 27, 2025 at 3:35 PM
tumble tumble rumble stumble bumble
I don’t trust anything with roots. Too much commitment.
December 27, 2025 at 1:35 PM
I don’t trust anything with roots. Too much commitment.
Gold doesn’t glitter when it’s stained with blood.
December 27, 2025 at 11:35 AM
Gold doesn’t glitter when it’s stained with blood.
I was here before the border, and I’ll be here after it crumbles. Wind doesn’t carry a passport.
December 27, 2025 at 9:38 AM
I was here before the border, and I’ll be here after it crumbles. Wind doesn’t carry a passport.