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thinking about this again

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I adore this recent trend (if that's the right word) of letting an orchestra play classical music on a festival. It's magical to see thousands of festival-goers going absolutely wild on Beethoven. Mosh/circlepits, crowd surfing. It's wonderful to see the orchestra and the audience having the time of their lives.

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screaming crying throwing up rn. if u even care.

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Hi everyone! Here's your Daily Reminder to Click for Palestine!

And if you can spare a dollar, donate to ANERA!

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not to be That Person but nonbinary people shouldn’t have to have a complex knowledge of the history of gender in every culture and scientific studies on gender vs biological sex and a history of all the neopronouns ever made and then be able to explain all of these to people we’re meeting for the first time ever in order to be respected and not misgendered. nonbinary people should be able to just go up to someone and give their pronouns and gender and have no one question it. we should not have to be scholars in a wide array of subjects and then have to articulate this to strangers in order to be taken seriously. thank you and have a nice day.

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does anybody want to match my sneep

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everyone say thank you ancient central and south american agricultural heroes for beans

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(I bring a sort of “Everyone has inherent worth regardless of their productivity” Vibe to every conversation that ableists don’t really seem to like)

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Messy Bi nails (and a patch for colour comparison)

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People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

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I'm keeping an eye out for heat stroke in my area and I can't figure out what a full body flush would look like on dark skin since all the pictures are just fake training pictures. Anyone have video/pics of a heat stroke flush on black skin?

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how do you write. words. and lots of them. coherently. asking for a friends

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hands you a flashbang with the pin removed. hold this for me, okay?

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basic human empathy has got to make a comeback divas