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this terrible distant blurry shot of two pigeons is one of my favourite photos out of any pic I’ve ever taken I think

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oh ew is that really what i sowed? eww omigod i am NOT reaping that

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I (a baptised catholic) lost my virginity to a satanist the night before Pope Francis died. I fear this may be my fault.

noooooo that's so funny! It was definitely you

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we were critiquing character designs in class today, when there was a really good one, and someone turned to the artist, holding their laptop. the screen of which just said "WOULD" in big trackpad-drawn letters

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if u don’t like my posts send me $1000 and i’ll delete whatever one u want

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"All monsters must die bloody, and by a hero's hands, and soon," he says over brunch.

He doesn't think it's a rude thing to say in front of a monster. There are no rude things to say to monsters, only rude things monsters say.

"Don't worry," she says between bites, "You're one of the good ones."

"But I am still a monster," I do not say. I do not say that I love my claws and teeth, my prehensile shadow and my glowing eyes. That I cannot imagine giving them up even for survival, that to hide my shadow and trim my claws for them makes me feel diminished. In public I cannot say that I do not wish to be human.

They're progressives, this bunch, even if he carries a hero's banner with its proud history and none of them ask him to put it away. They know there are good monsters, monsters who can speak eloquently and hold the fork right, monsters you can be seen with in public. Some of their best friends are monsters.

They do not know the monster who is invited to brunch knows solidarity with the monster who is not. Believes and understands the monster who is not invited more than the human who does the inviting.

"Isn't that a little harsh?" says a third human, and I have not forgotten I am outnumbered. "We have ways of killing monsters without blood now, painlessly. And, of course, a monster should be allowed to live if it never growls."

He has never seen me growl. Yet how loudly and endlessly I will, when I'm out of earshot. He's talking about killing monsters who cannot stoop to civility, about mother and brother and lover who were never able to mute themselves like me, and does he not know how small a child who can only growl is?

"To growl is not to kill," I say, and all heads turn toward me. It is one of those rude things monsters say.

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we need to make using chatgpt embarrassing bc sorry it really is. what do you mean you can’t write an email

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Thanks to trans men donating their tissue, we know the exact number of nerve fibers in the clitoris. Read about it here.

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cmon stoned butch blues. please laugh 🩵💙

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you just doordashed yourself a knuckle sandwich pal

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the amount of single use plastics that our society produces is actually so upsetting to me because all those petrochemicals could have instead been used to power my terrible machines