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i think it's pretty awesome how all public transport is free actually, it's like really nice of them how you can just not pay if you don't feel like it or can't afford it

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if alphas in the omegaverse knew that we referred to it as the "omegaverse" and not the "alphaverse," they'd throw a fit

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“you should be at the club” Brother I should literally be sent to the seaside for my health

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Gay men with daddy issues: yes sir I’m your good boy 🥺🥺🙈🥵😫 ruff ruff awooo :3c

Straight men with daddy issues: I am going to manipulate and emotionally poison every person who has the misfortune of getting near me

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AI defenders will make it seem as if art is this gatekept pastime that only the most elite can partake in and they’re making it possible for the “normies” to create meanwhile one of the most memorable pieces of recent art I’ve ever seen is “My son’s drawing of safe”

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Is that a trebuchet in your pants or are you just happy to siege me

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nobody look @ me but i think angels don't fully understand the concept of death. like. an angel too afraid to touch someone's body because they are scared that their hands will incinerate it. an angel trying to carry someone into a cave and sealing the entrance with a rock because that'll bring them back, right? an angel blocking cars and buses because they placed their friend's lifeless form in a traffic tunnel and it hasn't been three days yet! you have to wait, you have to listen - they're going to come back, okay? you just have to wait! they're going to come back, I'm just waiting for them! please come back

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god: Yes, you have been given a life in which none of your suffering will ever be meaningful or justified. I am asking you to endure it anyway.

me:

god: We both know that you know that I only speak in silences.

me:

god: A thousand faces, all of them Mine.

me: [A thousand faces, [none] of them Mine.]

god: Beloved.

me:

god: I am asking you to endure it.

me:

god: You did not always live inside this mirror. You will not always be here, suffering.

me:

god: You understand what will happen to you if I look away, don't you? If I blink? I have had to watch every mean and sordid instant of your life, bound within these chains of ardent love. Although you beg me, curse me, and hate me, I will not look away from you. This was the choice I made on your behalf, not My own.

me:

god: No. But I'm close enough to your idea of the real thing that that shouldn't matter.

me:

god: Time flies straight like an arrow, which is to say it doesn't.

me: [N][arrow][is][the][strai][T][.]

god: I gave you language. You ate the fruit. You will not persuade me not to stay my hand.

me: [I am asking [You] [h][ow] to endure it.]

god: On the strength of My having asked it of you.

me: [I am asking [not] to endure it.]

god: Scio, sweetheart.

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if you’re gonna introduce me to something new you have to defeat my 7 evil ex hyperfixations

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you've stripped him of so many of his qualities that it's no longer "he would not say that". it's "who the fuck even is that guy"

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Just once id like a narrative with a mysteriously dead teen girl to do the scene where the person looking into it finds their journal/sketch book and instead of ominous clues it's just filled with yaoi dudes getting railed

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