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doesnt my job understand i have a blooming fanfiction writing career to work on
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can you guys stop fighting over the same peice of lettuce. there is literally more right behind you
Don't get involved in things you don't understand
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i went to the intersection of desire and suffering and everybody knew you
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gamer pro tip: you need multiple cats so you can cycle the stacks of cat bothering basically infinitely without ever reaching enrage for any individual cat
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i can handle one (1) Event™ per day. whether it be a phone call, an appointment, trip to the grocery store, play date with a friend, etc. only one, that's it. any more than that and i am Stressed
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breaking news: ur actually gonna make it through and everything will turn out just fine
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Spin this wheel first and then this wheel second to generate the title of a YA fantasy novel!
(If the second wheel lands on an option ending with a plus sign, spin it again)
Share what you got!
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“Oh but she’s toxic!” Idgaf pass me the damn hazmat suit I need her
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LEAKED MORNING ROUTINE:
-i need to be held
-i’m fine
-i’m beyond saving
-we’re back
-it’s over
-swag city
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but when will it be prejudice month
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Today I was trying to chat up this girl standing with her friend at a lesbian bar and said “oh are you two together?” meaning were you friends before being next to each other at this bar and one turns to the other and goes with all the venom of a black mamba snake “I don’t know Cara, are we?” and I was like you know what? not my table
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the beauty of the sunshine + grump dynamic is the moments when they draw each other out. when the sunshine makes the grump laugh. when the grump is a safe person for the sunshine to be sad or angry or scared around. those moments of intimacy that have nothing to do with the physical and everything to do with letting down their public masks. that’s the good shit
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sometimes when my mom gets drunk she goes into Liberated Women Mode, and one time she was real tipsy and while talking about her friend’s divorce, she very earnestly told me and my sister (both adults) that regardless of preference or relationship, she hoped we would both reach a point in our lives where we were having really good sex with really good people. and my sister said, “i do that now except the good people part” and i said, “sex is real?” and my mom didn’t love either of those answers
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sometimes you reblog something because you personally want it on your blog. and some other times you reblog something as if you were scattering bird feed on ur porch and hiding behind the window to look out for the beautiful bird (beloved mutual) who will no doubt come peck at it
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saw this cute post and now I'm not going on reddit for the rest of the day. quit while you're ahead
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you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.
#storytime#heard a song on the radio today about a woman lamenting turning 40???#and it made me think of this
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