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and another one 🐧

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some people think i learned braille for Cool Points but i actually learned it bc my medicine holder has the days printed in braille and i forget to take my medication a lot. i didnt feel like turning on a light one night just to see my medication so i learned braille out of spite. now everytime i go anywhere i have to read the braille signs and i have seen “woman” misspelled as “noman” SEVERAL times.

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everyone wants weird until weird is actually weird and they don’t know how to cope with that

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I have realized that the perfect form of media must have a delicate balance between absolutely heart wrenching pure emotional devastation and the most ridiculous nonsense you have ever seen in your whole life

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This fish is ruining my fucking life

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My new favorite Animal Crossing emotion is now Intense.

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shane you’re the only goddamn ghost hunter i ever respected

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Sherlock wouldn’t stop yelling and when I finally asked him what he wanted he just stared at me like this and then walked off.

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alright girlbosses i finished my chart

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It always upsets me so much when I see interpretations/illustrations of the two headed calf poem that show a living calf being torn away from its mother and killed to sell to a museum and framing the poem as being "humanity kills beautiful things for being different".

Two headed cows almost never survive more than a few hours after their birth. The farmer finds the *body* the next day. The calf was destined to die, and that's a tragedy, but for the time it was alive, it had a beautiful and unique experience.

It's not a poem about the cruelty of man. It's a poem about the beauty of life in an indifferent universe. It's about purpose and beauty being able to exist even in an existence doomed to come to an end, as all our lives are. It's not a poem about how a calf dies, but how, even for only a brief moment, it was alive.

And, for that moment, because of that life, however fleeting, the sky had twice as many stars.

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i know that it has some bad implications but when evil mirror versions of characters are hotter and sluttier than their original counterparts to show that they have no morals and are not to be trusted it's always kind of funny to me. like. what would you even do if you met your alternate self and they obviously get more pussy than you. how are you supposed to act about that.