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simplyelvis · 1 year
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Elvis Presley performing at The Coliseum in Richmond, Virginia, April 10, 1972.
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katieaki · 2 months
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They don’t give a damn, a shit, or a fuck!
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blackstar1887 · 7 months
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Gabriel Prosser: Igniting Freedom and Defiance Against Slavery
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nugothrhythms · 3 months
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"Solitude" by Richmond, Virginia-based experimental gothwave act Phantómódel off of 2019 album Panic Picnic
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powerlineprincess · 11 months
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Virginia Pride☆2023 K.E.A Lux Hill
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curiouscatalog · 4 months
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The City of Richmond in 1881.
From: Murphy, Daniel. Richmond, Va. : A Guide to and Description of Its Principal Places and Objects of Interest. Richmond, Virginia: J. W. Randolph & English, 1881.
F233.3 .M9 1881
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summercourtship · 3 months
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I’m OBSESSED!! I’ve been wanting to visit the Virginia House since I first learned about it but it’s sadly hardly ever open to the public. Finally, they had an open house today so I got to scamper around the rainy grounds. 🩶🕯️🩶
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peaceloverobbie · 4 months
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Welcome to the coven!
And thank you for helping me spread the fandom!
Exposing Lesser Demons 💔 😈 💙
This is the Second Coming of the Supernatural
A dark yet fun BIPOC and bi adult fantasy novella. A prequel to a massive upcoming series.
Called a "[fantasy] should read" along with Kindred and The One Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by Wealth of Geeks
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My story is proof you should dust off your old dreams and follow them eagerly! The only true failures are never trying and quitting too soon. You can do it! Thank you for going for it!
Get to know me and my debut novella!
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omgitsren · 5 months
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It’s been real Richmond✌🏻 thanks for the stay🥰
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rayslittlekitten · 2 months
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demideity · 9 months
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Anyone in the Richmond VA area want to join a D&D group hosted at my house like twice a month? My wife and I are new to the area and looking for a new group.
Please DM for details!
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lil-emo-tings · 10 months
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My new prized possession!
It’s signed and used 😌
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your-void-senpai · 2 months
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Ok if I do two days in Richmond scouting for a potential move, what should I do?
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nnoceurrr · 1 year
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I got my belly pierced 🫦😍😍😍
(Don’t mind my hair)
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nugothrhythms · 7 months
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"Ariel" by Richmond, Virginia-based new wave-inspired post punk act True Body off of their 2020 release Heavenly Rhythms for the Uninitiated
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somedarkhollow · 6 months
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In the midst of a tentative autumn within my first few months in this new city, I've found a truth I was not prepared for. This revelation reminds me of a quote that while seeming quite obvious always struck a deep chord within me: "wherever you go, there you are."
It's on nights like these where my dear one has fallen asleep far earlier than usual and my mind begins to pick up speed again that I find myself looking for answers and grasping at straws. See, the aforementioned truth is simply that I must not allow myself to continually retreat inward. While in the past that has been the answer to overstimulation and stressful social situations beyond my control it has come to my attention that in this present moment I must allow myself the particular privilege and grace to radiate outward.
While previously, when I sat in silence, alone in a New Jersey apartment with my windows flung open and my candles ablaze, disconnecting from the cultish social realities of my undergraduate education, clinging to what free time I could scrounge to be home by myself, I felt free. But now, when adult life has provided the seemingly luxe opportunity to work from home, this same practice has me singing the tune of captivity.
For the first few weeks of this working from home and newly living with my dear partner I found myself feeling what I thought were the negative effects of ingrained misogyny in my own world view. I had breakdowns where I lamented that I felt my years as an ambitious, working woman were dwindling as I began to think about the timeline for domesticity and producing children. I blamed myself, my partner, "society," etc. But, as time wore on, I felt the clutches of this fear loosen, although they did not fully release.
2 weeks ago, as I traipsed out of my neighborhood gym and began the short walk back to my apartment I was accosted by two men. What started as strained niceties on my part in reaction to their gregarious approach for 9:30am small talk turned into a degrading description of my body and the actions they felt entitled to in reaction to it. I looked around and saw nothing but empty sidewalks as I mustered a less than empowered "Good Lord!" before turning the music in my headphones off and making adjustments to my route home as not to potentially lead the men directly to my residence should they choose to continue this pursuit. I have not been back to the gym since. I stopped walking the few blocks to the coffee shop, I struggled to make trips to the post office down the street or even the two blocks to the parking lot to get my car. I was trapped again, this time with bars on the windows adding to the captivity I had felt before.
I only realized how captive I felt quite recently. My dear one was out of town and I awoke to find my day utterly without agenda. Although I awoke early that morning, I found myself stuck in bed as I argued with myself in my head about what to do with this time. I finally flung open the windows to the apartment to feel the morning chill on my skin, threw on a sweatshirt, pants, shoes, socks, and my favorite denim jacket before setting out on the 0.3 mile walk to the coffee shop. I had avoided this walk for over a month at this point and found that I had almost forgotten the way. The sun was so bright and the air so crisp, I watched the tourists and workers dart about in their sweaters and boots, dotting the streets as they paused to examine their maps or light a cigarette. I finally felt as if I was out of captivity, but still not quite home. I began to realize the root of the truth I mentioned earlier, when it comes to making somewhere feel like home and feel safe, you get out what you put into it. In isolating myself from this community, locked into my apartment by fear and the responsibility of my first adult job, I lost my connection to it which fed into the feelings of not belonging and insecurity. It's like losing your place in a novel with too many characters and little discernible plot, how will you ever know where and how to jump back in again?
For now I'm finding that jumping back in requires a bit more dedication than I'd like to admit. I'm learning how to let the sun hit my face and how to feel safe in my own skin, in my own neighborhood. Because as I truly begin to settle in to my new home, I must remember the aforementioned adage: Wherever you go, there you are.
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