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one of my favorite things about christianity is that jesus died to save people from their sins and then every christian kind of immediately forgot that he did that. theyll come up to you like "excuse me you know smoking is a sin" like yes maam i know. your boy already took care of it dont worry

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Think my frontal lobe might be developing because why am I sat here watching le cruset unboxing videos and wanting an L shaped desk more than anything else in the world

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Its me and the comic im never going to make against the world

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John and Mariana acting like parents telling their son (sherlock) they’re getting a divorce is personally my favourite thing ever

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Hyperfixation BACK ON but unfortunately i cannot consume any media from it because im the one who created it. Sigh.

Going physically insane from lack of a hyperfixation ive tried consuming content from my past ones but none are giving me that dopamine hit

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I love being a dyke. Dykeness is both my sexuality and my gender identity. Its a way of life and its beautiful

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Going physically insane from lack of a hyperfixation ive tried consuming content from my past ones but none are giving me that dopamine hit

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I need more graham content i love that damn rat so much

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“You can’t shout at me I’m neurodiverse”

“Prepare to be cancelled”

Podcast! Sherlock is the funniest iteration I fear

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Re entering my sudoku phase… dear god someone help

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One must imagine sisyphus as a seventeen year old art student walking home, with my ludicrously capacious bag as my boulder and instead of falling down the hill i am tortured with more, steeper hills

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Sometimes I wonder why my shoulders hurt all the time then I remember that at this moment my bag contains two sketchbooks, two pencil cases (one that is also my makeup bag), a wooden box of tarot cards, a book on tarot cards, two pairs of gloves, a scarf, an empty can of monster, a full can of monster, my headphones, a power bank, my tin of cigarettes, an empty pack, two perfumes and a deodorant and these are just the things i can remember off the top of my head. I swear i also packed my oil pastels but i unfortunately cannot find them. This is all for (one) day in college where i did NOT have art and had a maths exam which i was woefully unequipped for

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Being whimsical and mysterious and sketching on the bus (im drawing my can of monster)

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IVE BEEN FREED

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Being FORCED to stay in college after my exam. Horrifying.

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The maths exam cant find me if i just stay very still under my blankets

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Idk what i was expecting when i started listening to an album from the perspective of 13 different elvis impersonators in one freak car pile up slowly dying but I certainly wasnt expecting this utter masterpiece of an album. Its so fucking good its called hunting season by home is where and i highly recommend guys