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so i only did like two thirds of the song and therefore left out the hopeful ending but whatever, it’s not like this will be listened to probably anywayyyyyyy~~ *sparkle* DISCLAIMER THIS IS A COVER BTW
keepin’ my day job, ya’ll, don’t worry
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i can only imagine the day that they said
no, the world isn’t flat, it’s a circle instead you can run to wherever you want to now and those dizzy stargazers who dreamed of the black kept their heads in the clouds and they never looked back they kept wandering and never did they look down charting neptune by the fire of the sun kept looking for new constellations, new constellations there’s no walls and no ceilings as far as i know just the echoes of scars and the unbeaten road trip the gun on cautions that i’ve been sold cause it’s hard to believe that it’s wrong to want more than the truest of blue and a love like a roar i will run to wherever i want to go, oh charting neptune by the fire of the sun i’m looking for new constellations, new constellations so keep callin’ me crazy cause i never learned you should stop loving fire because you got burned now it feels like i’m living some sick déjà vu like the answers were there when i stared into you child of neptune, i’m the daughter of the Sun keep showing me new constellations, new constellations
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sometimes self care is saying “this is stupid” and closing the tab
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Yayyyyyy I love this. ❤

the speech impediment of the 21st century (by Marc Johns)
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“Not all men” I say, “there is but one who is purely good.” But which man am I referring to? In Iceland, deep in the woods and the snow, there lives a lad raised by wolves who feasts upon sunbeams and loves all of nature, unburdened by man’s sins. Tenderly, he strokes a hungry squirrel, sharing with her the last acorns of the autumn harvest. A tear rolls down his cheek. Who is he
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It doesn’t have to be malicious to be ableism.
When you say “Aww” when you hear of someone doing something for a disabled person, that’s ableism.
When you feel inspired because you saw a story about a disabled person going on with their life “despite their disability” and you’re able bodied, that’s ableism.
When a parent of a disabled child says their child taught them so much about life and what it means to live, that’s ableism.
When disabled kids are called sweet little innocent angels just because they’re disabled, that’s ableism.
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date a girl who stops mid-sentence to tell you there’s a dog nearby
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Okay, you need to make sure you play this game at some point. Maybe not today or anything, because you’ll need about thirty minutes and a serious willingness to understand how it works, but - it’s so worth it. It’s basically an answer to our occasional frustration - why do assholes always come out on top? - and the beautiful thing about it is that not only does it explain how that happens, but also how we can change it.
“In the short run, the game defines the players. But in the long run, it’s us players who define the game.”
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my dog: this water no good,,,, it is too gross. it has bin here in this here water bowl too long for an hour…. that… is to long for it to be dranken…
also my dog: this poddle… in the road. it is…….. so… refreshing…….
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#there are two kinds of people #the hopeful and the exhausted
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