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Ohno

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The lesser spotted @interestinggin

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So apparently there are these things called emotions and you're supposed to feel them???? doesn't seem right to me

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Hello Tumblr. I’m relying on you to keep a secret.

Jess has had a really shitty week and today is, apparently, Thanksgiving. And I’m super thankful for my favourite American fiancée.

So tonight, while she’s out at an appointment, I’m going to try to make a cheat’s TG dinner.

Wish me luck.

I have no fucking idea what I’m doing.

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I am still not sure if my dad has access to my tumblr or if he's very good at guessing, but short of burning my entire profile and rebuilding I'm not sure how best to avoid him.

I'm tempted to go back to the old blog (or the blog before that). I miss my stuff. I miss chatting to people.

So I guess- if my dad's reading this I'd like to ask him to stop, or at least talk to me about it

And I guess I'll try switching back in January

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We are so much more than a punchline

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Fucking DWP have told my baby brother that he doesn't qualify for pip because he didn't appear anxious at his meeting.

And I know, I know that 65% of decisions are overturned on appeal

That doesn't mean he can support himself now

How fucking dare they

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Send me prompts?

I am Jesper Llewellyn levels of restless today and need to do something distracting

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Now to try to avoid explaining these at work

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@jammeke, Susan calman is a gift and I think you will like this

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Bad Luck

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by GoldeenHerself

If you’ve read the Discworld books you know Death likes cats.

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the youngish blonde guy sitting next to me on the train, wearing pastel pink bermuda shorts, loafers, and a blue and white striped polo with a white sweater draped across his shoulders, just opened his suitcase and it was just

piles of neatly folded pastel polo shirts