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Fatboy Slim - Rockafeller Skank [Official Video]
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actually fuck it.
reblog this post if your blog is a safe space for fans of all teams (yes, even the "evil" ones) and you don't crash out and wish harm upon opposing players for winning a hockey game (yes, even the "evil" ones) and you don't proudly proclaim that fans of teams you don't like aren't welcome (yes, even the "evil" ones) and you're just generally a normal fuckin person who understand that there is no moral high ground in sports 99% of the time
i just wanna follow normal fuckin people for once.
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How I kill time.
Interviews.. shot betting.. hockey IQ club language to pass thought back and forth.
Will.. I.. play??
We've been looking at it since '08.
Personally,.. doubtful.. hopeful.. but, idk?!
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Hubble's anniversary images (2019-2025)
"I believe our future depends on how well we know this Cosmos in which we float like a mote of dust in the morning sky." —Carl Sagan
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To Anyone Who’s Still Carrying It
You don’t get over it in a straight line. You just don’t. And anyone who tells you different hasn’t been through it or hasn’t faced it yet.
Harassment doesn’t always leave bruises you can point to. It gets under the skin in quieter ways. It makes you second-guess what you heard, how you felt, what you wore, what you said. It can turn a job into a minefield and your own instincts into something you stop trusting.
And it doesn’t end the day you leave the job, or file the report, or speak the truth out loud. Sometimes it lingers. In your body. In your sleep. In how you walk into new rooms.
But here’s what I know: healing doesn’t have to look heroic. It’s not always confrontation or closure. Sometimes it’s just getting through the day without that weight taking over. Sometimes it’s finding one person who listens. Sometimes it’s deciding to stay. Or leave. Or try again.
Whatever it looks like --- that’s valid. You’re allowed to move forward without explaining why it hurt or proving that it did.
It was real. You’re not imagining it. And you are absolutely not alone.
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