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i tried to hire a hypeman and the cheapest one (free) was a fucking wizard and now i cant get rid of her. she keeps saying shit like "she speaketh true" and "very wise milady" everytime i say fuckin anything and if she sees a car she tries to attack it with chain lightning. fucking embarassing honestly

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me going to bed tonight

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guys the consequences of inaction are noooootttt enough to motivate meeee

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life advice from the mountain goats:

- lie to the cops

- watch for the signs and learn how to read

- let all the lights blaze, keep your heart light, play really loud music all hours of the night

- do every stupid thing that makes you feel alive, do every stupid thing to try to drive the dark away

- life is too short to refrain from eating jam out of the jar

- steal what you need

- bring back some blurry pictures to remember all your darker moments by

- read all about it on the wikipedia page

- don't hurt anybody on your way up to the light, and stay alive, just stay alive

- make it through this year

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brown sugar and cinnamon are lesbian married

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I can't explain how much I love baguette child. I would protect them with my life.

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4 days until wet rat wednesday

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Meet me at the hollow log

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tranziraphale btw. if you even care.

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did you know? if you do your laundry you can get your clothes back

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How long do you have to be on T until you can start on R, A, N, and S

i can’t even think of a worthy reply this is the best ask ive ever gotten

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screaming

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I hate work I should be at the (remembers I don't want to go to the club) the imagination

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do you not ever get tired of pessimism? of hating hope? of being miserable? like yeah life is full of horrors and terrors. but it’s also full of strangers who hold the door open for for you. the color green. stained glass windows. bluegrass music. cats who butt their heads against your leg. dancing and laughing and crying.

none of that cures the agonies, but they are small acts of resistance to it. things may be shit, but life can still be good. and i know that because good things still exist. simple and small and full of hope.