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you don't drink coffee. you don't smoke cigarettes. what do you people do. name one smiths song

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Sea turtle launches attacks on a scuba diver cleaning his tank only to be foiled time and time again.

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Let’s not even play stupid here 1. a strong personality but particularly confidence especially paired with 2. Different immutable characteristics and social identities will very easily provoke people into wanting to knock you down a peg and being angry over your existence and the fact you’re comfortable existing the way you do, along with projection onto you and speculation when it comes to WHY you’re comfortable or unashamed. Often resulting in obsession and lashing out. This is a very common reason for targeted harassment to your face or behind your back. Be for real

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The situation of the Congo Genocide is complicated because we are all implicated in it. We can’t ascribe it to a foreign policy state interest as we can regarding Palestine. It is something we, as consumers, all have a hand in and given the ubiquity of the resources involved, a lot of us are caught off of guard by this premonition of the type of wars to come. This is that nasty intersection of neo-colonialism and hyper capitalism that pits the Global South against the Global North. It’s a war of sustaining a way of life means imposing slavery and genocide on others. This is an instance of global capitalism and hyper consumption as a lifestyle and convenience is being pitted against the humanity of those we deem expendable.

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is wet&wild liquid eyeliner part of the male dungeongoer starter kit or something

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I’ll never forget the time I was sitting with this guy, nice kid, didn’t know him well, I think we must have had a bottle of wine or some questionable hashish or something, and in response to an awkward silence I just started talking and ended up going on a long meandering rant about how ugly American robins are. I’m talking a full monologue. I had an intro and conclusion. It was pointlessly vehement. I have never been so mean or loquacious about anything in my life.

Consider my horror when this perfectly nice guy wordlessly lifted his shirt to reveal a full-torso prismacolor tattoo of his spiritual soul animal, the American robin.

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can the body keep the damn score to ITSELF

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gnome pirate captain: make him walk the twig

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i want to know what you all smell like

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Bitch why you mad? Because allies pop severely and gays don’t?

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I think a cocaine addiction is more ethical than owning four homes in the new york metro area.