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MILDRED?????

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I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

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They should invent a way to sit hunched over doing crafts that is Good for your body

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your struggling does not mean you are failing. it means you are putting in the effort despite it being difficult.

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huge shout out to this little kid for writing my favorite poem

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people who are just finding out about internet tracking and data mining in the year 2025 and that your special robot friend does not respect your privacy lol

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No, app on my phone, I don't want to edit it with AI. I don't want to generate with AI. I don't want to ask the AI. I don't want to make AI wallpapers. I don't want to rewrite with AI. I don't want t-

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I love seasonal fruits they're like girl we're back lol

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it’s legitimately so fucked up and heartbreaking that in this society the ability to just like…relax and have fun with friends and loved ones is like…considered something you have to earn or make time at your own expense for. it should be regarded as one of the inalienable cornerstones of being human. i’m not joking, like the fact that having fun and chilling with your buds is considered an expendable frivolity instead of a vital core need is heartbreaking. not that capitalist society has ANY vital core needs that it’s not prepared to gate behind a monetary cost though lmao.

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“paid subscription with ads” is fucking crazy. if you pay for a service and then get served an ad on said service you should be allowed to pipe bomb its executive at no legal risk

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let’s swim through the muck with mama

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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The agony of thinking you’re finished doing the dishes only to turn around and to your horror: the pot.