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let’s be cocooned by mama

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let’s be cocooned by mama

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me, eating a pile of nuts, cheese, and apple: mmmm tasty

the medieval peasant in my head watching me eat: thou knowst what would MAKETH this meal? dried fruits.

me, getting out the raisins: god damn, etheldred, you are SO right

the medieval peasant in my head: yet thou art still not heeding mine words regarding the blasphemy

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shut up and look at this photo of Marsha P. Johnson smiling and holding a Snoopy plush.

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Well she's here again.

Her visits have gotten more frequent lately, but it feels like very few people can see her. No one around me seems to notice when she's around. Not family, not colleagues, not even friends. I've been thinking about it but i still can't bring it up, I'm scared they'll make fun of me or say I'm crazy for believing in that kind of stuff, but I know I've met her, I know she's real. At this point I've started hoping they'll just pick up on her eventually, because she's here more often than ever before.

She started showing up a few months ago. Well, that's what I like to think, it makes things easier. But really, I met her once before. I must've been 7 or 8 years old. She had that familiar face I'd never seen. I was taken aback, it was such a strange feeling. And before I knew it, she vanished, for over a decade. Funnily enough, it's only when I started thinking about her again, trying to figure out who she possibly be, that she started showing up again, after so many years.

We've never exchanged a word, she and I. I guess glances are all we have to say. I smile at her, because I'm happy to see her, and every time, she smiles back, then we move on.

Okay, focus. Come on. I've got this!

I think I'll be ready to do something about it soon. I want to actually know who she is. I want to know what the world is like to her. And I think, sooner or later, i'll be ready to tell the rest of the world about her. The pretty girl in the mirror.

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“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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Putting powdered sugar on the post below

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I love picking up my cat and then setting her back down in the exact same spot except I've rotated her 90° on the z axis

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Well isn’t it called azimuth on land?

I love picking up my cat and then setting her back down in the exact same spot except I've rotated her 90° on the z axis

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take that compressor off your master right now

Stop thinking u know whats on my master bus, FREAK

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I found this hilarious post stating elons girlfriends as typical c drama concubines and I'm loosing it

Bonus

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