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they're gonna violate food safety standards we've never even heard of

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YOU hates terfs

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hot take apparently but i think it's good for white people to relate to poc's art. i think it's good for straight people to relate to queer art. stop acting like we're different species who could never possibly understand each other what the fuck is wrong with you

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The only thing i miss about having boobs was being able to put my T vial under one to warm it on injection day hands free.

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ive gotten so much mileage out of this tweet. every time i see something on the internet that makes me mad i just think to myself "people in real life: hey man how's it going" and i keep it pushing

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A concept that reminds silly to me is dudes still wearing their pants in a manner that requires them to waddle in order to keep them up.

Sick drip dude, real styling. Want a belt?

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figured out why i dislike the term non-man so much thanks random screenshot

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SOMETIME IN THE LAST WEEK MY SCHOOL PUT UP A LARGE BANNER DEDICATED TO THE :-) EMOTICON

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blood test came back haunted

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gay people be leaning against kitchen countertops

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i'm full of love but i also have the hater's curse and once a day i gotta say some bitchy shit or i'll explode

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a couple weeks ago i fucking goofed and left my most prized comfort item in a hotel room. it's a small doll that i still sleep with so it got tangled in the sheets and i just missed it while doing my pre-check out sweep of the room. i reported him lost but the hotel was never able to find it. they even called the offsite laundry service they contract with and they didn't find it either. he was so old and worn in spots that, after a week, i just assumed he was destroyed in the industrial washing machines. i was heartbroken and, as dramatic as it feels to say as a 28-year-old with a grown up job and two graduate degrees, i legit grieved over it.

the specific kind of doll it was is out of production, but it didn't take much Googling to find listings of the same kind on Ebay. i found one reasonably priced one that was leftover stock from a store (new with the tags on and everything). it got to my place today. and i'm just struck by how strange it is to own something that is both the exact same doll as the one i lost and yet it isn't. obviously the new one isn't worn in spots, still has all it's stuffing, parts of it aren't hanging on by threads, the colors are still vibrant. but it also isn't the one that went to camp and college and up and down the coast and overseas, didn't live with me in two houses, two dorm rooms, and four apartments. wasn't held by friends and pets and slept on in so many beds and dropped onto my old camp's gravel roads and inside suitcases and backpacks long since trashed. it holds none of the memories of it's predecessor and yet i'm reminded of every one just by glancing at it. so mass produced thousands and thousands of them exist and this specific one i now hold is and is not mine all at the same time. i replaced it for $20. it was utterly irreplaceable.