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"you don't owe anyone anything" You are a tar pit. Speak for yourself. I personally owe the cafe employees my dishes put away and my friends a listening ear and small scared insects a cup and a gentle trip outside. Hyperindividualism is a rancid infection borne of capitalism and willfully misinterpreted therapyspeak and I will defy it by continuing to be kind regardless of whether or not it benefits me personally

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i said it was my favorite piece of media that i’ve hyperfixated on since the tender age of 12 and have not let go of since. i didnt say it was a Good piece of media

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you, strange as angels

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If you're not with this unfollow me, block me, stay far from my blog

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Guns Hidden Under Our Petticoats - Chapter 10

“Now, you tell me right this minute why it’s you that’s here, and not Bronn come to see me himself,” Margaery shouts the moment she rounds the corner into the chilly barn at Winterfell Ranch, knowing it’s right where she’ll find him.

He might not be the man of the hour to her, but he is the man cornered by her interrogation, and he’s giving her the look one would expect from so big a man being so pestered. Sandor heaves a sigh of undisguised irritation.

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we need to give this tweet more credit for im pretty sure coining "die mad about it"

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Had to ban the phrase “tricky dick” from my classroom during watergate lesson because saying the word dick in front of 30 fifteen year olds is like lighting a bomb and throwing it through the doorway but now they’re just calling him Richard the Treacherous like they’re all medieval peasants. gonna lose it

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One of the bigger things I have in common with our dogs is how often we accidentally bump our heads into things.

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The Pitt 1.06 '12:00PM'

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emails suck. unless they are from ao3, then they are the best thing to ever happen to me

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Guns Hidden Under Our Petticoats - Chapter 9

Margaery and Arya exchange a look and a shared grin before they both start giggling. In unspoken agreement, Arya makes a mad dash down the rest of the steps just as Margaery hikes up her skirts to do the same. They both hightail it out the door and down toward the lane towards Hereford proper. For a hot minute, Margaery feels like young girl again, unfettered, not a care in the world, like she’s wearing the same dirty overalls her country-lane escort.