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Korrasami sketch drop 💫

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the cha cha slide in full metal armor

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The book releases April 9th for US, CAN & AUS, May 3rd for the rest of you nerds. It has 144 comics including 30 new ones. Here’s some of my favourite comics that didn’t make the cut! https://www.safelyendangered.com/book/

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req’d by @imrix

big walk backwards into hell energy huh

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hmmm

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for the rest of my life whenever i see this color i’ll be reminded of all the hours i wasted on the internet

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Me: dangling hand off bed Demon: *grabs it* Me: what are we

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my dad’s reply when I said I’d be there for dinner tomorrow

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im lov e the Devorak sibs……………

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Reminder to please forever inform others that autism speaks is a terrible company

One of the many terrible things it does is demonize the autistic community in order to gain profit. So many non-autistic folks fall for their bells and whistles when in reality, many people in and out of the autistic community actually hate this company

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It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they hadn’t heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore’s stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore.

“Hello Eeyore,” said Pooh.

“Hello Pooh. Hello Piglet,” said Eeyore, in a Glum Sounding Voice.

“We just thought we’d check in on you,” said Piglet, “because we hadn’t heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay.”

Eeyore was silent for a moment. “Am I okay?” he asked, eventually. “Well, I don’t know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That’s what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. Which is why I haven’t bothered you. Because you wouldn’t want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All, would you now.”

Pooh looked and Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house.

Eeyore looked at them in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“We’re sitting here with you,” said Pooh, “because we are your friends. And true friends don’t care if someone is feeling Sad, or Alone, or Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are.”

“Oh,” said Eeyore. “Oh.” And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very tiny little bit better.

Because Pooh and Piglet were There. No more; no less.

~ Kathryn Wallace

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My boss slaughters his egg chickens either every fall or every other fall depending on how old they are when he gets them, on the logic that the personal hassle and carbon foot print of getting chickens to lay eggs in the winter is not worth it. As he was explaining this recently, a newer co-worker asked how he hid that from his children.   And she’s new, which means she’s never had the delightfully goth experience of watching my boss’s two charming dimpled daughters who are ALSO deeply unsentimental farm children respond to you with utterly withering scorn if you ask them something like, as I once did, “oh, what’s that chicken’s name?” The oldest daughter, all of four years old at the time,  told me in a firm, Wednesday-Adams-talking-to-a-moron voice, “We’re going to eat them. They’re not pets.”

My boss, who is gentle and does not respond to people with scorn when they ask innocent questions, instead told her, “Oh, we’re pretty open with them about the facts of life. They know where babies come from and where chickens go.”

Anyway, that phrase haunts me and I wanted to share it with you. It sounds like some 19th century grandma saying. 

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*me at an interview*

Interviewer: So where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Me:

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Get you somebody who looks at you the way a dog looks at your food.