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i have a burning hatred for relationship hierarchies.

Why is it offensive to want to just be friends? Why is it expected for romantic partners to always take prioritization over friends? Why is it rude to tell someone you aren't friends, just chill with each other? Why are queerplatonic relationships seen as a step down from romantic relationships? Why is it bad to not want to make step ups in romantic relationships?

these labels have different meanings and levels importance to everyone, therefore they have no meaning or importance.

in my world, there are two places you can stand. next to me or the fuck away.

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i’m going to kdxjdhdjhddjjdhs

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you're definitely in too deep with an oc once you start coming up with hypothetical tumblr posts about them

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I know Warframe has PVP but I have literally never heard of anyone who played it

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Reblog to punch a government offical

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me: do you guys like my evil thorned plate armour and bloodred cloak? is the ominous glow of my visor slit too much?

my manserpent minion: it'ssss sssslaying absssolute penisssss, ssssire

my shambling zombie: uuuu 👍

captured gnome i keep in a birdcage: golly gee willikers it's sure some scary!!!

my straight manserpent minion: looks pretty good boss

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Dear professor this assignment did not nourish my fundamentally curious soul so i did not do it No penalty full 100 points please Goodbye!

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kitten i have to be honest your misunderstanding of what 'death of the author' actually means is getting embarassing and mommy would prefer if you posted less or maybe attended some classes on literary analysis

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don’t act like u don’t like dick . balls too

i’m destined for the state

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flow of consciousness, i.e. Emily Berry

never just die, because you move through the air better than anyone, and i still can't figure out what i need from you, if anything. i feel like i ruined your peace - clumsy and large and overencumbered and thrashing without care in the space you surround yourself with. i thrash because i feel trapped - my head is pulled and pushed into warm water - nothing here is as simple as push and pull, and i feel like a cliché, marring your pure simplicity with unnecessary speech, ever jarred by the silence that it’s difficult to find comfortable. trapped because you knowingly or unknowingly detest what i love to say - detest the noises in my mind i’d like to put into text - it makes me sick and i hate you - nobody does - if you only knew who didn’t. i think dashes are overimplimented. it works as a crime - you are disgusted by the action and yet i beg the intention is different. i swear the feelings are purer and far more complex - now, we descend into YA novels, and Creep by Radiohead. let the constant mind music resonate - you were never watching, but may have been listening - as your cohort of atoms lay lavishly spread, shining, and if better things come i can hope whatever comes of me can intertwine with them - relaxed, complacent, drifting with no push or pull. i try my hardest not to admire you. i don’t know if you believe it. i have spread myself far away from you, to many a person or some alienated subject that disgusts or offends you - i’m left wondering if this is what the intense emotion of an artist feels like - this is, after all, tragic. we have our moments, however, it has to be said. you would hate this. who knows if you dislike the effort - a whole life feels heavy, aches the mind, that’s certainly how it feels. this water must be full of chlorine. i never believe a word you say, or write, nor do i believe my own ego. i have made myself a fiction, a stage presence, a character that cuts a cage between me and my logical thoughts. never have i been met with such a numbing, jarring, stalling problem - the mind crashes - i relent to say ‘emotion’ - emotion is used to explain everything - but alas, the humanities student within me calls for it. i don’t, after all, fully believe in anything more. i have never fully believed in anything - my conviction has always been weak - unhelpful, as i fear i catch your disdainful glances when i agree with you on occasion. i don’t know what you know (don’t take that phrase at face value) and how you choose to put it across. there is always someone to do something more. i rush, between everything, i always occupy myself, with people, drama, ruining things to avoid you, thanks to my own guilt at everything i speak. i have come out wrong - that much is clear. i especially regret this heaviness - the text with which i pile on you, but the moment i feel bad for you, i instinctively stop myself - too much sympathy is belittling - and i’ve spent the longest time gradually changing things but nothing seems to change. maybe it went too wrong too early - the great human tragedy. this, in itself, is too much. but it might not be - although, in full honesty, it probably is. (although i’m still unsure - my conviction wavers). not one person will read every word - not even i have read this back to myself, and i never will, neither will you, and we will go on unaffected in our undoubtable splendour. people are thinking about both of us (not at the same time, let’s not be creepy) and that provides me with a sense of guilt, oddly. i once wrote an essay on control of the consciousness - i feel like the patriarch i describe - i scorn my own rancid ‘identity’ - i have sold myself incorrectly and that is difficult to rectify. workers that lie on their CVs only prove their lies to be lies by working poorly, ruining a system that they are then removed from. yet, sometimes analogies are irrelevant (see the twitter community note - ‘that’s a dog’). i have missed out key words from this that prove points. i’d go on, but i’m about to hit the paragraph limit. like i said, heavy. no dash to lessen the impact.

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STAR WARS FILM TRIVIA: Episode I – The Phantom Menace (1999)

George Lucas considered duality to be one of the main themes of the film, as seen in Padmé’s double role as the queen and handmaiden, and Palpatine’s duality. Other examples include the master/appentice relationships between Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon and between Darth Sidious and Darth Maul. There is also the symbiotic link between the Gungans and the Naboo.

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high praise indeed

guys is A Mind Full Of Murder worth reading

(real skulduggery pleasant blog) (up to date with the times)

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guys is A Mind Full Of Murder worth reading

(real skulduggery pleasant blog) (up to date with the times)

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within fifteen minutes i have found two different grown adult men who have dating app profiles that say their worst fear is:

werewolves.

one was funny. two is like... hang on, do we actually have a werewolf problem in this town?