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*evil villain voice* it's time to say labyebye to your labubu you big fuckin lababy *woodchipper sounds*

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Today’s fish thing are these fish bracelets!

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If I’m a trans man I’m not allowed to pick Percy as my name because it’s ’too on the nose’ apparently

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submissive and beheadable

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Watching The Terror in the summertime feels downright disrespectful. Im usually eating dinner when I watch TV too. Just eating Big Sandwitch in the sunshine while watching the boys drive themselves to cannibalism in the Arctic. Might have completely legal gay sex later as well.

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OH the historical fashion enthusiasts are gonna be SO mad about this

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People think Percy ‘looks mean’ but it’s just because his glasses aren’t a strong enough prescription so he has to squint all the time

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Forget me not  ‡ 

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"One of the coolest examples of creative living that I’ve seen in recent years, for instance, came from my friend Susan, who took up figure skating when she was forty years old. To be more precise, she actually already knew how to skate. She had competed in figure skating as a child and had always loved it, but she’d quit the sport during adolescence when it became clear she didn’t have quite enough talent to be a champion. (Ah, lovely adolescence—when the “talented” are officially shunted off from the herd, thus putting the total burden of society’s creative dreams on the thin shoulders of a few select souls, while condemning everyone else to live a more commonplace, inspiration-free existence! What a system . . . )

For the next quarter of a century, my friend Susan did not skate. Why bother, if you can’t be the best? Then she turned forty. She was listless. She was restless. She felt drab and heavy. She did a little soul-searching, the way one does on the big birthdays. She asked herself when was the last time she’d felt truly light, joyous, and—yes—creative in her own skin. To her shock, she realized that it had been decades since she’d felt that way. In fact, the last time she’d experienced such feelings had been as a teenager, back when she was still figure skating. She was appalled to discover that she had denied herself this life-affirming pursuit for so long, and she was curious to see if she still loved it.

So she followed her curiosity. She bought a pair of skates, found a rink, hired a coach. She ignored the voice within her that told her she was being self-indulgent and preposterous to do this crazy thing. She tamped down her feelings of extreme self-consciousness at being the only middle-aged woman on the ice, with all those tiny, feathery nine-year-old girls.

She just did it.

Three mornings a week, Susan awoke before dawn and, in that groggy hour before her demanding day job began, she skated. And she skated and skated and skated. And yes, she loved it, as much as ever. She loved it even more than ever, perhaps, because now, as an adult, she finally had the perspective to appreciate the value of her own joy. Skating made her feel alive and ageless. She stopped feeling like she was nothing more than a consumer, nothing more than the sum of her daily obligations and duties. She was making something of herself, making something with herself.

It was a revolution. A literal revolution, as she spun to life again on the ice—revolution upon revolution upon revolution . . .

Please note that my friend did not quit her job, did not sell her home, did not sever all her relationships and move to Toronto to study seventy hours a week with an exacting Olympic-level skating coach. And no, this story does not end with her winning any championship medals. It doesn’t have to. In fact, this story does not end at all, because Susan is still figure skating several mornings a week—simply because skating is still the best way for her to unfold a certain beauty and transcendence within her life that she cannot seem to access in any other manner. And she would like to spend as much time as possible in such a state of transcendence while she is still here on earth."

From : BIG MAGIC - creative living beyond fear. By Elizabeth Gilbert.

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bootleg discourse is back 🚬

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"scythes are impractical as a weapon" ok but does anything else have the Cunt. i think not

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how much more.

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Okay. Finally in the new place. Don’t have internet and my main light source is a broken shop lamp with a disconnected smart bulb that switches between neon colors rapidly but by golly! it’s a space!

Hopefully I’ll be able to get some writing and art done here soon 🌞

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Two Girls (Lovers), 19011, Egon Schiele

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god I could be so wealthy if I had no ethics. that's so fucking frustrating. I'm living paycheck to paycheck because I'm not grifting vulnerable idiots on TikTok. I feel like I have the ability to very easily scam people. I could make a killing with AI. but god. I have morals and ethics and so I get to be poor as shit. I hate this fucking world

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t.A.T.u. in a Japanese Snickers commercial (2013)