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why is he skinny. im going to flay you

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memeception

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No joke this vine has a better understanding of transmisogyny than 40% of this website

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if you can read this you're gay

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I finally made the meme I've had in my head for over a year

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wow babe you’re really good at staying up incredibly late and barely sleeping every night

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three internet trends i will (regrettably) probably never grow out of:

• typing in a cresCENDO TO EXPRESS EXCITEMENT • …………..unnecessarily……. long……….. ellipsis’ • puttinfh a typo in eveyr other word to shwo u dont really give a fukc but u actually do

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The River

I hit the ground hard. I don’t know how long I was falling, I don’t remember when I started falling. It’s dark. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust. As I struggle to pick myself up, I notice a figure towering over me, and a light flickering just behind it. The figure beckons as it gestures toward the flickering light. 

“What is this? Who are you?” I ask, still trying to get my bearings. 

“I am… a friend,” the figure responds in a dark but soothing voice. It continues, “please, come into the light. You will find no clarity lying in the darkness.” The figure offers its beckoning hand.

Without any other option, I take the figure’s hand. It’s long and boney, but covered in a layer of soft skin. I lift myself to my feet and follow the figure toward the flickering light.

The light, flame from a single torch, reveals a small paddle boat that could comfortably fit no more than two people. The boat is docked at a rocky shore, and it’s tugged at by a river that extends past the light’s reach. The figure, no longer silhouetted by the light, is slender, with an intimidating frame, yet kind-faced, and quite androgynous. Their skin appears as soft as it feels, but with a weathered quality that implies an unknowable age. Though, other than their hands and face, they are completely cloaked in black tattered cloth.

Now standing in the light, I look the figure in the eye and demand, “you need to explain to me what is going on right now.” 

“What is the last thing you remember?” the figure asks in return. 

“Falling, darkness, I- I-” I start to panic. 

“Please,” I feel the warmth of a long hand on my shoulder, “calm your mind. Before you arrived here, before the darkness, where were you? What were you doing?”

I take a deep breath, “I was in bed — in the morning – and I had a sharp pain in my chest,” I put a hand over my heart, “so I got up to go to the bathroom, but I started having a hard time breathing. It felt like a heart attack so I went to the cabinet to find the aspirin, and then… and then… oh my god.” 

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” the figure gently pulls me into a warm embrace.

I stumble forward, dizzy, with my head in my hand, the figure steadies me.

“I’m dead. I’m actually dead.”

The figure lightly guides me toward the boat, “why don’t we sit down, there’s no reason for us to continue standing here.”

I sit down in the boat, across from the figure. They sit by the paddles, leaning over, still dwarfing me with their staggering height.

“Take as much time as you need, we’ll depart when you’re ready.”

“Depart? What does that mean? Where are we going?”

“To the other end of the river.” The figure answers in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Wait, hold on a minute,” I say, beginning to come back to my senses, “I’m,” I take another deep breath, “dead.”

“Yes,” the figure replies.

“So that makes you… God?” I continue.

“I don’t believe so, no.”

“An angel then?” I ask.

“I’m no angel, my friend.”

I pause for a moment, “…death?”

“I have been called that, though I do not identify with the name.”

“So then, what are you?”

The figure pauses for a moment, “I am that which guides you, from your arrival in this place, to the other end of the river.”

I stare at the figure in confusion, mouth slightly agape, “I-”

“Before you continue,” the figure cuts me off, “you seem to have recovered from the initial shock of your arrival here. We have a long journey ahead of us, are you ready to depart?”

I lean over to peer into the vastness of the river ahead, trying to see how far the light reaches before the darkness takes over completely. 

“I suppose I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” I look the figure in the eye, “but I have more questions.”

“The river is long, and quiet. There will be much time for questions,” the figure replies.

I look back at the river ahead, then back at the figure, “let us depart then.”

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I cannot believe there's absolutely no way to watch free shows and movies anymore, there are too many paid streaming platforms and pirating websites have viruses and ads preventing you from watching it uninterrupted((.)) id rather follow the rules and purchase media moving forward because it is too inconvenient. Seriously, free and no ads or viruses with 1080p streaming is DEAD.

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So many men, trans and cis, long for the ability to grow a full luscious beard.

And yet, this ability was bestowed upon me, a woman, who will never let her facial hair reach its full potential, and will snuff out this ability with lasers and chemistry as soon as the opportunity presents itself.

I mourn for you, men who long for a beard as full as mine.

And for you, beard, for you will never know what it’s like to be cared for and loved by someone who truly wants you.