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Switching between these every day

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resistance to fascists is obedience to God. [x]

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When I say a character has done nothing wrong, I say it with whimsy and humor in my heart. When some of you say it, I fear you truly believe it

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just spent half an hour waiting for a pizza i hadn't even ordered yet. never let your enemy know your next move.

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every time i go outside i am astounded by the power of sun and air

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all of your friends need a sort of creature or fellow associated with them., so you can send them images when available

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The body of a post is where Hamlet talks to Claudius. The tags is where Hamlet talks to the audience

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i don't have any crayons on me right now but i need you all to know about the delightful deli associate i just met

I couldn't afford a pound of weed so i have to settle for mozzarella. even though i apparently can't spell mozzarella.

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Okay you guys.

IF YOU PRIMARILY DO NOT SPEAK ENGLISH reply with what you mentally call it, if you have a nickname for it or something

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Did a brand new kind of bowling shot today

we called it the "trust the Force Luke" shot or the "through God all things are possible" shot

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Meet Socks!

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A guy on deviantart wrote tons of words picking apart my personality and life based entirely on what he gleaned from hate threads and it even literally included "advice" to go outside and enjoy nature instead of always being on the internet. You know, that activity I post all the time and he would have seen I post all the time if he actually evaluated who I am based on my own posts.

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truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.