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Has anyone noticed that we're living in a world falling apart, and yet no one's actively doing much. We literally have like 12 years to get our shit together before we're yeeted out of existence. The president declared national emergency to build a WALL. Claims global warming is a hoax. Polar bears are in Russia because the polar caps are MELTING. And what are we doing? Not much.

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Huehue

today is the only day you can reblog this ever

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Guys, it's real

And I want some

The “Blue Java” banana, a hardy, cold-tolerant banana said to have a consistency like ice cream and a flavor similar to vanilla.

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So, I thought this was going to be some sort of deep message but no

It’s not the disturbing realization you cannot feel the smile on your face

it’s not the ever present and sickening feeling of being lied to and lying to yourself

it’s not the fact you haven’t been able to see your reflection’s eyes, because they dare not look at your own

No

It’s Digiorno

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Small children are now vampire caprisuns. Where's the straw?

If I was 3 feet tall id have substantially less blood, and therefore less things to worry about, except for becoming a vampire caprisun, complete with the lightness needed to crumple me up and toss me aside

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i present the formula for creating excellent/strange insults:

adjective + curse word + noun

no one asked for your opinion, you abominable shit goblin

i fail to understand how you’ve become such a reprehensible fuck waffle

get out of my way, you sorry excuse for an intolerable ass pastry

i cannot believe that such an illiterate twat truck could ever be remotely polite

maybe if you weren’t such a troublesome goddamn elbow, we could get some things done around here

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So I bought this weather app a few weeks ago, and it's literally the best app I've ever purchased.

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You have been booped by this empty wrapping paper tube.

Reblog to boop all of your followers with it.

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You guys know how when you actually do something active after like never being active and your body is like what the actual fuck? Yea I do because I actually did something physical two days ago and I feel like my whole body is bruised.

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Who here has pointless objects in their house?

Because my family has this

A mirror. A tiny frame that is also huge for its size, with a tiny little mirror inside.

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This makes me uneasy, but at the same time I want to join the fun

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Sometimes I'm shocked at how vivid the world is

Like, look at that blue sky. Look at how blue it can be.

Overcast? Look how solemn everything feels.

Night time? Can you feel how empty everything seems, yet so full and lively at the same time?

Its surreal.

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Heads up recall…

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@staff

Why ‘female-presenting nipples’ matter

When I was 10, my mom made me wear a bra and it felt like a punishment for being different.

When I was 10, I took the bra off when changing for gymnastics and accidentally dropped it in the school hallway. A teacher picked it up and said, “Oh, this must belong to you” and handed it back to me in front of everyone. I quit gymnastics.

When I was 11, I thought maybe the boobs would be okay so long as they didn’t get any bigger than would fit in my hand, so I kept measuring it, but they did.

When I was 12, I started wearing two or three sports bras to smush them down, until one day a classmate said, “Are you wearing two bras?!” while laughing.

When I was 13, a boy told me he wanted to squeeze my boobs “until they popped.”

When I was 14, I got cast in a play as an older character and a classmate told me I got the role because I had boobs.

When I was 17, my mom told me to return a swimsuit because it would be too distracting for my boyfriend’s father.

When I was 21, I got properly fitted for a bra and everyone felt the need to tell me how much better my boobs looked.

When I was 26, I got pregnant and my immediate fear was that my boobs would get bigger.

When I was 28, I got shamed for trying to feed my screaming baby in public without a cover.

When I was 28, people asked me “why are you bothering to use a breastfeeding cover?”

When I was 30, people gave me weird looks that I wasn’t yelling at my kid for putting their hand on my boob.

When I was 31, I avoided going to the beach or pool because I didn’t want to have to deal with boobs in a swimsuit.

When I was 32, I got asked, again, “why don’t you get a breast reduction?”

When I was 33, I watched a 5yo girl get shamed for running around in sweltering heat without a shirt on and had to reprimand a bunch of tween boys who thought it was okay to shame her for doing something they do all the time.

When I was 34, my kid kept patting my breast and saying “Mommy’s squishy breast!!” They will never see me express any shame about tits, because I want them to have a different mindset than I had. Yes, boobs are nice! They’re squishy! They’re fun! That’s the end of that.

I’m 35 and no longer give a fuck. I don’t care anymore. As a teenager my tits were covered in stretch marks. They’ve been engorged with milk. My nipple changed shape with pregnancy. Give it another couple decades and my breasts will probably be all wrinkly. It’s sexual when I’m using it sexually. I don’t fucking care, and I won’t be ashamed anymore. 

Every time a policy or cultural hangup treats people with breasts differently, it fucks us over. 

Tumblr’s new policy makes an active choice to participate in this culture of shame. By classifying “female-presenting nipples” as explicit material, Tumblr has taken a stance that any chest or breast that differs from a male default is worthy of shame and unavoidably sexual. The idea that breasts are shameful and unavoidably sexual is exactly what fucked me up for so much of my life.

Stop shaming people for having bodies. 

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Why would you do me like this

Waffles are just pancakes ribbed for your pleasure.

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I love how by the end of the year we are all like this year sucked, let's make next year better! And then that year goes to shit harder than the last.

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Not to get controversial or anything but can we stop with making fun of women being abused by their husbands and playing it off as ‘straight culture’