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I'm getting recommended a facebook group called "that's it, I'm architecture shaming" and it keeps showing me the greatest design ideas of all time and then trying to convince me that they're bad

like I'm sorry that you have no sense of fun and whimsy

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Day 35

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yo that new webfishing update

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I dont think any one has done this yet

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loses once, becomes socialist

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gay ppl be so weird cause they say shit like “for what it’s worth, i was telling the truth when i said i enjoyed working with you” and then they fucking die

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here in pronoun civilization no one jumps for the neos

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he would 100% miss that jump

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Parkour Civilization is this generation's Odyssey, and Evbo is our Homer. Name ONE other epic poem. I can't. I won't. I don't need to. I've already done the mental parkour to come to the conclusion that nothing will surpass it, and I'm going to dedicate my life to memorizing it so that the words might parkour out of my mouth and into the ears of all that will listen

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Here in freakour rizzlization no one jumps on my beef

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seawatt the compulsive liar

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Do you think Evbo learned how to do those jumps and thought "oh this is so sick what's the best way I can show off my parkour skills"

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My light unseen

Break my fall now, carry me

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something something evbo living most of his life as a noob, looking up at that endless wall of dirt, a physical barrier between him and the upper class. A representation of him not being good enough to be pro. thinking he’d never get to see the sky. looking down at the void, assuming that’s the closest he’ll ever get. some days he wonders if he should just let himself fall to be able to see the sky, or, as close as he can get for one single moment before he dies. But no, he can’t give up. He never could, as much as he wanted to. so he works and works and works and finally, finally he gets to the pro level— and he wants to see the sky, the clouds! the sunset! but then his dreams are shattered again. Another layer of dirt. Another wall. Another rejection. So he works, and he toils and he gets through challenges and he makes it. He makes it to master, and he looks up and he sees the sky. Really, truly, the sky. No dirt, no blocks. The sun, glaring down. It almost hurts his eyes. The clouds. The sunset. The sunset. The sunset. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. All the colors, blended into harmony. Stretched on for miles as far as he could see, all decoration for the sun. Her rays beaming down as if saying goodbye. The night sky. The thousands of stars, like glitter in the night.

Even if just for now, Evbo is free. As free as the sky.

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linus takes a trip to the nether. birthday gift to my sister

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