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all he ever did was kill a bunch of innocent people. and they hate him for it

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“Oh.”

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New procedure

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A co-worker of mine was standing outside with me during a break from customers to share a cigarette with me, and told me about how he had lost his brother that he was close with some years ago. He told me about how they used to be in a band together with some friends, and how ever since he'd died, he hadn't played any music because he'd been too scared and anxious. I told him about how I'd lost my brother to suicide some years ago.

I went home and pulled out an old tiny wooden box my brother had given me before he'd died. I'd been using it to store guitar picks I'd collected over the years, including one guitar pick that used to be his. I haven't played the guitar since he'd died, my hands are too small to play some of the chords, so I play bass and piano instead.

I went to work the next day and gifted my brothers old guitar pick to my co-worker. I told him that it'd been sitting in a box for ten years unused, and would probably sit there for longer if I kept it there. Told him that I thought he deserved to have it, because I bet he could put it to better use than I ever would. Told him I didn't feel like it was coincidence that me and him would cross paths with each other in our lives, and that it seemed suiting that we had these similar experiences but split in two halves. That somehow, I felt like he was meant to have the guitar pick. I told him that I knew he'd not played guitar since his brother died, but that if he ever decided to play again one of these days, maybe he'd be able to honor both of our brothers by using that guitar pick.

He almost cried. He thanked me. Then he went home that night and for the first time in years he played the guitar.

I don't know what the meaning of life is or what my purpose is, but I do believe that love and human connection is one of the most important things in life. It's finding ways to tell strangers you love them and share experiences with others. I think it's all just about love.

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Daniel, why are your fans creating video edits of our paparazzi photos set to Casual by Chappell Roan? Our love is nothing like that of Casual. It is more akin to the kind described in The Only Time by Nine Inch Nails. Or Naked in Manhattan. You agree. We must remedy this. I’ve placed an anonymous phone call to the TMZ. I’d like to drink your blood in view of their cameras. I have set aside an outfit for you. Chop chop, beloved.

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pov: you're louis spotting these two at the VL show afterparty

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Bitch daughter/Bastard son

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Extra large Playpen sofas of the 1970s.

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Nudes are nice but bro, have you seen this girl's face and the way her eyes and smile light up a goddam room?

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Do tumblr kids today know about Imagine How Is Touch Sky

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love the genre of horror that's just "the house is alive"

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