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As a person who avoids eye contact I can tell when people are trying to make it

It's worst when you accidentally make eye contact and you have a brief half a second window to quickly break it or get stuck

My problem is also wanting to know how people's eyes look

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WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO

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cuddling doesn't have to be romantic

cuddling can be platonic.

cuddle your friends

cuddle your friends

cuddle your friends

cuddle your friends

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I am once again thinking about digging holes

It's so fucked up that digging a bunch of holes works so well at reversing desertification

I hate that so much discourse into fighting climate change is talking about bioenginerring a special kind of seaweed that removes microplastics or whatever other venture-capital-viable startup idea when we have known for forever about shit like digging crescent shaped holes to catch rainwater and turning barren land hospitable

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First computer animated cat ever - “Koshechka” (”A kitty”), 1968

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@most-definitively-a-human I'm dying and I'm taking you down too

Gonna scream oh my Gd

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Gonna scream oh my Gd

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do i ship these characters or do i want them to form a sketch comedy duo

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Eating a gummy worm. Do NOT try to eat the other end while I'm distracted again.

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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

Reblog to increase sample size!

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People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

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check this out

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In 1944 a kitten named George (short for General Electric) was saved from drowning by a U.S. Navy crew member. George was then photographed and given a liberty card and detailed health record. Source.