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the statute of limitations is a law that says if something happened a while back you should be over it by now

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*meeeting a friend for coffee* friend: how's work been?

me: oh you know *mimes putting a gun in my mouth but i moan a little and start sucking the barrel and pushing it deeper

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So my sister is on vacation and has sent me a photo of the store she was buying clothes in.

I'm going to lose it.

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discord is broken? tumblr is a cesspit? twitter is evil? join us on bleeble! talkr is free ^w^. all your friends are moving over to deadjournal. harassmeonline is open source and the devs only killed three people. nobodytalksforum has great moderators. poob's starting up an sms app. use poob. give poob your phone number. talk to me on poob. go to poob. dive into poob. poob has me for you. poob has me for you.

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file this one next to "socratian poetry" under "tumblr users trying to sound smart by using specific language and revealing they don't know what they're talking about"

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NGL I think it’s hilarious how angry Europeans (and specifically Italians) get when Italian Americans call themselves Italian. A guy can be 100% ethnically Italian, have an Italian name, speak the language, uphold Italian cultural practices and they’ll argue with him if he calls himself Italian. And it’s kind of the opposite of how Irish people treat Irish Americans. They’re like “JFK was one of us. Obama? Also one of us.”

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Everyone's like "The new Pope isnt welcoming to gay people and has covered up child abuse" like. Fork found in kitchen?

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Lenin in the Tretyakov Gallery

Aleksandr Vasílievich Semyashkin (1957)

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Che Guevara in Gaza, Palestine, June 1959

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it's just that. it's so fucking important that the linguist bails on the expedition before the novel. the written word fails in area x. it becomes one of the most chilling modes of cosmic incomprehensibility in area x. the biologist's written account is a self-admitted failure. she is nameless. where lies the strangling fruit is all the more terrifying for the fact that it is in a recognizable language with an inscrutable meaning. the journals are ROTTING in the lighthouse, ink running and turning into decaying organic matter along with everything else. no one is named. the novel begins with a pointless semantic debate that everyone is fiercely invested in regarding the tower/tunnel nomenclature. no one has a name. they are instrumentalized to their professions. when she encounters the crawler, the biologist immediately compares it to an encounter with the "destroyer of worlds," a "more apt" name for the starfish than its scientific nomenclature.

"what an inadequate name i had chosen for it—the crawler."

this novel is just as (if not more) concerned with how area x heralds the failure of language, not just the failure of scientific inquiry

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Donna: “James the cops are looking for you, we have to hide your half of Laura’s necklace!”

James:

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even the onion has us pegged, are we really that obvious

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