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@theskepticalcat reposted this and I'm forced to assume they did so because of me

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Yes and it drives people insane

the world is full of insecure overachievers. have you tried being a secure underachiever? you'll have more life in you that way

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Every page was one gut punch after another

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I thought this was going to be a much darker post before I saw the word puppy

I'm sorry, you already have two sets of ears? So fast! (took me forever to land on 1 pair I liked, let alone 2)

I think I’ve got closer to 5 sets of ears, but in my defense I’ve been a puppy girl for longer than I’ve been posting about it

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*X-Files theme plays*

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biological essentialist rhetoric being used by white supremacists to disqualify, humiliate and defeminise black women? who would have thought

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biological essentialist rhetoric being used by white supremacists to disqualify, humiliate and defeminise black women? who would have thought

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It's not my fault my personality is irresistible to a specific kind of insecure idiot @theskepticalcat

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This but it's that weird Canadian grandpa who got mad I pointed out he's homophobic and now stalks me

The thing that is interesting is if you have any semblance of personality you will definitely encounter people who viscerally hate you and obsess over you for years and you will not even remember their name

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They'll pry this $11 gas bill from my cold, dead hands.

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They'll pry this $11 gas bill from my cold, dead hands.

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Cicadas are a hallmark of summer. They’re imperceptible during the day - drowned out by the din of daily life. But without the wooshing of cars and morbid thoughts of poor drivers, their noises are allowed to thrive.

At night, you are just another face to people. Your area is where folks pass through to get to other places. They live in better areas. You never see your neighbors. You don’t know their names. You don’t know their names. You are just as anonymous as everyone else.

You worry about things at night - will you get hurt? Will you find something horrifying under a streetlight? Will you look up from your Safety Device (your cell phone) and meet with something earthshattering? Or is it more mundane - you have to refuse someone in need because you are not that well off?

Here, people keep to themselves. Their kindness have ran out, living in an unforgiving city. They are polite, but like you, they keep their heads down. They speak to the ones they came with, or they don’t speak at all. You barely talk to anyone aside from your Allotted Politeness for the night.

Going home, that feeling settled in once more - the spaces between streetlights stretched on for eternity. Surely, you’re safe. You’re almost home.

…right?

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you gotta love gundam witch from mercury for its critique on the ipad baby

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Suletta Mercury + Textposts

Give this girl a break!

Extra:

Obligatory text post.