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boy if you play that leitmotif one more time

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Oh, to peacefully rest one againts another after a particularly bad Defiant mission. I really like how this turned out!! :D I was going to apologize for overposting, but I'm on a roll and this is tumblr so who cares.

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Avery Brooks deliveries that make me smile every time single I think of them.

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*cools ur dashboard down*

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This is Captain Kirk of the USS Enterprise speaking. We’ve entered the orbit of a planet not terribly unlike our own… save that it is exclusively populated by petty old queens.

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“God is dead” -Zendaya

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Wow if zohran wins that means the New York Times can’t even tank the campaign of a non-establishment dude running in New York and honestly New York Times losing would be its own separate win

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damn they weren’t lying that mental health medication CAN make the heat even more unbearable

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honestly fucking fascinating that people will pretty universally understand that thin people can be naturally predisposed to thinness regardless of what they eat or their activity level, but that so many of the same people cannot possibly fathom that fat people could have similar dispositions or that there could be any factors more complex than a "lack of self control."

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my best tip for anyone trying to get back into reading is to remember that you can read books to avoid other responsibilities in ur life and it can become a vice if you play your cards right

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—You should have your ball of twine back, Varric. I don't think I'll be getting lost in the market again any time soon. —Keep it, Daisy. You never know when it might come in handy.

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I am constantly searching for an explanation for my illness, for I certainly didn't catch it by myself. Sometimes it seems to me as if my brain and my lungs came to an understanding without my knowledge. "It can't go on like this," said my brain, and after five years my lungs agreed to help out.

—from Letters 1902-1924 by Franz Kafka

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Everyone shut up! It’s the ten year anniversary

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It is this rift, the dissociation of feelings from those who caused them, along with the preservation of their content in a fantasy world, that shapes an artist's work, although the artistic expression of suffering does not do away with neurosis. Suffering can, however, be blunted in the process of writing, for the writer possesses in his art an imaginary object with ideal qualities: it is available, can always understand him, take him seriously, and be supportive. He can tell his woes to this imaginary object, but always with the understanding that his parents be spared, that is, that no one (not even he) is to find out toward whom his feelings are actually directed.

—Thou Shalt Not Be Aware by Alice Miller