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2 Beef Patties, Cheese, Bacon, Grilled Cajun Onions, Hot Dog, Chili, & Fancy Sauce.

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*clears throat* Hey my friends, I attended a bee wedding this past weekend. I bet you would like to know how was it.

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otherwise interesting post ruined by the bold insistence that you can never accidentally abuse someone & that all abusive people are self-aware evil masterminds

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how are you supposed to know what’s repression (bad) and what’s controlling your emotions so you don’t spiral (good)

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Spin this wheel first and then this wheel second to generate the title of a YA fantasy novel!

(If the second wheel lands on an option ending with a plus sign, spin it again)

Share what you got!

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"I made a story where all the characters have good and bad in them, and don't neatly fit into a good side or a bad side, to demonstrate that true good and evil don't really exist and it's all gray" ❌

"I made a story where all the characters have good and bad in them, and don't neatly fit into a good side or a bad side, to demonstrate that good and evil is bigger than people, that it exists in everyone, and that everyone has to choose between the two" ✅✅✅

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“God exists, therefore there is justice. But it is divine justice–justice from the perspective of one who knows all, sees all, and considers all: the universe as a whole, and time as a whole, which is to say, eternity. But we who live in space and time cannot see from this perspective, and if we did, it would not make us better human beings but worse. To be a parent is to be moved by the cry of a child. But if the child is ill and needs medicine, we administer it, making ourselves temporarily deaf to its cry. A surgeon, to do his job competently and well, must to a certain extent desensitize himself to the patient’s fears and pains and regard him, however briefly, as a body rather than as a person. A statesman, to do his best for the country, must weigh long-term consequences and make tough, even brutal decisions: for soldiers to die in war if war is necessary; for people to be thrown out of jobs if economic stringency is needed. Parents, surgeons and politicians have human feelings, but the very roles they occupy mean that at times they must override them if they are to do the best for those for whom they are responsible. To do the best for others needs a measure of detachment, a silencing of sympathy, an anaesthetizing of compassion, for the road to happiness or health or peace sometimes runs through the landscape of pain and suffering and death. If we were able to see how evil today leads to good tomorrow–if we were able to see from the point of view of God, creator of all–we would understand justice but at the cost of ceasing to be human. We would accept all, vindicate all, and become deaf to the cries of those in pain. God does not want us to cease to be human, for if he did, he would not have created us. We are not God. We will never see things from his perspective. The attempt to do so is an abdication of the human situation.”

— To Heal a Fractured World: The Ethics of Responsibility by Jonathan Sacks

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One thing about Van Gogh that people don't talk about is how brilliantly he uses texture in his artwork. The way he uses oil paint is so three dimensional, and he's so aware of it and uses it to his full advantage to add depth and texture. It's not as obvious in photographs or digital versions of his paintings, which is a damn shame because once you see them in person you realize how much it adds to them. There's one in the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam called The Sower with a tree cutting through the foreground, and the majority of the trunk is one flat stroke of paint, ending with a knot in the trunk made bulbous by the end of a brush stroke that was never smoothed out. One of his paintings in the Met, Wheat Field With Cypresses, has the brush strokes very choppy on the top of the wheat, but smooth and almost textureless on the stalks. It's one of the things that I think really separates him from the other artists of the period.

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During my move, I broke a clay pot. I decided to engrave frames on it.

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ooh guess what part i finished?

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every generation has a - hang on post cancelled I wanna talk about this autocomplete suggestion

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What if water didn't have surface tension and whenever you spilled some, the whole floor of your entire apartment was covered in a 2 micrometer deep puddle

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so. my wife came downstairs just as i took a bite out of the remaining half red onion on the counter. literally within seconds of just getting away with it. i looked at her, and she looked at me, and we both sat there a moment, all frozen, beforeshe said babs, what the fuck. i tried to say i can explain but it came out as or corn explorn because such was the onion in my mouth that there was no room for words. its honestly a miracle that she understood me at all. at least, i'm assuming that she understood me because she did let me get my bearings for a few moments. a smarter man would've used that time to think up a good lie, but instead i just chewed as fast as i could because i knew i was gonna have to tell a whopper and i really wanted to be able to use big words again.

big words are instrumental to telling a whopper.

anyway, i totally ran out of time. i barely got my first swallow of onion in before she said well?, and i did at least have an empty mouth to match my empty head. but also i had no lies. so i looked her dead in the face, opened my mouth and waited, every bit as curious as her, to hear what excuse my mouth was gonna come up with.

im pregnant, said my mouth.

great job, mouth, said my brain.

mmmmm onion, said my mouth.

better you than me, said my wife. then she went upstairs. it has been two hours she still refuses to kiss me. im devastated. im shook. im crying a little, i think.

(but that might just be the onion.)

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You know that Ada Limón poem where she’s like “i can’t help it i love the way men love”? my dad recently confessed to me that he became a shoemaker because they buried my grandma shoeless

oh…………………………………

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like people forget that weird girls grow into weird adult women. it doesn't just go away. and no you don't perish when you turn 25 or automatically turn into a nonweird wife and mother like some kind of Pokémon end evolution, you end up like me.