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“We got real furniture. I mean, it was Salvation Army, but it was real. Our names were printed inside a heart on the dishtowel that hung on the refrigerator door handle. We got it made at Crystal Beach. It was a brave thing to do. But later we spilled loganberry juice on it, so we used it for dishes because we couldn’t bring ourselves to throw it out. And there were marigolds in amber glasses on the windowsill, daisies in a green cut-glass vase on the kitchen table, fresh mint and basil growing in a flower box on the porch. It was a home. I grew up in leaps and bounds. I learned to reduce the anxieties of life by paying bills on time, keeping receipts and promises, doing laundry before I ran out of underwear, picking up after myself. Most importantly, I learned to say I’m sorry. This relationship was too vital to let dust accumulate in its corners.”
— Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues
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AI is coming for the the Great Lakes I’m going to lose it
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only real thursdayheads know what day it is today
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anybody else feel like they have blood on their hands and are drowning in a river of blood coming from the society and lifestyle we live or is it just me
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i get to work at 8:15 and by 8:37 i am breaking into my lunch
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i hope when i choose not to allow apps to send me notifications it hurts them
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So it turns out I actually have to build the life I want to live
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i love u tumblr ill never leave u again
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it literally all starts with forgiving yourself there’s no way around it
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