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no such thing as wasting your 20s your 20s are for recovering from whatever the fuck happened to you as a kid so that youre ready to get weird with it in your 30s

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Sucks to see someone else living your dream.

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Source

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So like an hour ago I just lear🪨︵︵ned that— what the fuck was that. Someone just skipped a rock across my post did you see that

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sits on my own blog like it’s the edge of a lake wistfully

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It’s awesome there’s animals in the world imagine it was just rocks and a low whistling almost groaning wind

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i may have my father's worst traits but i am more ethical & virtuous with them than him

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Imagine visiting a neighbour's apartment for the first time and everything they own seems to have a label sticker on it, labeling what it is. Like everything. You're sitting down at their table for coffee when you finally gather up the courage to ask why, exactly, does their toaster have a label on it that says "toaster".

And they just shrug and nonchalantly explain that oh yeah, my roommate is an immigrant, new to the country and still learning the language, so I figured that it'd be useful to have little everyday vocabulary scattered all over in places where they'll see them every day.

So you're relieved that there's a sensible explanation but kind of incredulous because these things are fucking everywhere. You noticed a doorknob that has a sticker saying "doorknob" on it, and the table you two are sitting at has separate labels for "table", "tabletop" and "table leg" on it. Is the labelling some kind of a long-time hobby they keep doing or did they do all of this all at once?

And they laugh like ohh of course not, no way I could've done all of this myself. I let the other neighbour's kids do it. I borrowed two different label makers from a friend, handed one to each kid and told them that the one who can label more things around the apartment wins.

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chatgpt is the coward's way out. if you have a paper due in 40 minutes you should be chugging six energy drinks, blasting frantic circus music so loud you shatter an eardrum, and typing the most dogshit essay mankind has ever seen with your own carpel tunnel laden hands

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Horsing around

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aghhhhhhh. okay I will persist

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are you ever in a bad mood and mistakenly flatten all human experience

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Being the resident discworld enjoyer is always fun because once in a while somebody will ask me what is this book you are reading about and I don't want to bore them with a long answer so I will say something like "oh, the personification of death has to take discworld Santa Claus' place to save discworld Christmas" or "One of the discworld gods has turn into a turtle and now they have to find enough followers to get their true form back" and they will say something along the lines of "Oh that sound fun and silly and goofy in a good way"

And then I finish the book and they ask me "Did you have fun?? Was it silly and goofy in a good way??"

And I can not find the words to explain that I have been emotionally compromised, felt the righteous anger behind the jokes in my bones, had so many of my hazy inner thoughts about the human condition and the world around us finally put into words in such a clear and beautiful way,

so I just say

"Yeah! It was really fun!"