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i want something however i will not be elaborating on that

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but i stay silly! *←said in the most world-weary voice you ever did hear*

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Start Here - Caitlyn Siehl

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It's frustrating that you can come up with the plot of an entire fic in just a few seconds, but writing it all down can take anywhere from never to forever.

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looked up my symptoms and it turns out the parts of me ive been ignoring will come back in full force one day

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little chef and secret agent

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bunny stamps

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Remember: behind every robot that turns evil is an engineer who specifically installed red LEDs into the eyes just for this occasion

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what they don’t tell you about uncluttering your countertops/tables/general spaces is you’ll think it’s dumb as hell & allow it to all pile up because the idea of organizing and removing shit is daunting but once you do it and step back and See how things look without clutter you will feel as though you just snorted a line.

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Anyways when I was sixteen I wrote a story about a spaceship's communications officer (think Uhura) who was given a brain implant when he was a baby that automatically translates every language in the universe, but which interferes with his ability to perceive and process subtle changes in tone. He hears an emotionless automated translator voice inside his head rather than hearing the real voices being physically carried by air vibrations. So he has the ability to interpret every word in every language, but he can never interpret tone of voice. And the ultimate message of the story is that understanding every possible text isn't enough -- if you don't understand subtext, you'll be isolated. The "communications officer" actually struggles to communicate more than anyone else on the ship.

You'll never guess what they diagnosed me with a year later.

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Hm. Your interpretation of this character displeases me. Guards! Take them away! Make them read the source material once more, and if that fails, the stocks.

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Mary Adshead in Bed, 1930. Stephen Bone. Oil on canvas. Bone's wife and fellow artist.

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my personal argument for open borders is really simple it just boils down to "i believe restricting human movement and barring certain people from certain places on this earth is a human rights violation"