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YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THEY BUILT A HOME AND A BEAUTIFUL LIFE IN A TRAGIC DYSTOPIAN WORLD. THEY HAD 16 YEARS TOGETHER AND THEY DIED IN EACH OTHER'S ARMS. THEY GREW STRAWBERRIES AND WATERED THEIR PLANTS AND PAINTED AND COOKED AND THEY LOVED EACH OTHER 😭😭😭😭😭 THEY WERE EACH OTHER'S PURPOSE 😭😭😭😭

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the reason you, a white american, believe that white americans don't have culture is the same reason fish don't believe in water

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everyone is sick of reading everyone else's list of personal problems at the top of their blogs, we've been over all the reasons why this is a bad idea both interpersonally and as an online safety thing, however i think it should also be mentioned that just showing me the big list of what's wrong with you first thing when i click on your blog counts as spoilers and ruins the narrative tension. i clicked on your blog to find out over time, through a series of mysterious flashbacks and delightful subtextual nods, what's wrong with you. youre taking all the fun out of it

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oops I accidentally separated myself emotionally from everyone to avoid feeling any bad feelings & it worked but at the expense of my sense of connectedness and belonging

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Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor

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I have this person blocked? I can't remember why, but this one post seems good, maybe I'll just go to their blog and look arou-EUEUGHHUUEAAGH [<- cry of agony as I begin taking infinite poison damage]

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- from a tiktok comment section.

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when you have a hammer everything looks like a nail. and when you have a favourite character everything looks like . The Character

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God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour

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this one. fuck this poem.

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my unpopular opinion is that i hate tiktok because now people just publicly watch loud ass videos in public spaces with no regard for anyone else. 100% it was not this bad with youtube, it’s such a different thing with tiktok. put on headphones. you are grown.

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Not only did mama raise a quitter, but she also raised a procrastinator, people-pleaser, doormat, coward, and liar, and you can’t put a price on that

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so. bad news. we have to keep going tomorrow. good news is that I’ll keep going with you

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