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you cannot headcanon your way out of overt thematic structures on which the entire narrative is built

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how it felt to hear them say this the first time

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Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.

You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.

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by the way the fact that "youre treating me like a child/animal" arre synonymous to "youre treating me badly" really shows how we as a societyy treat animals and minors.

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hi im your cat do you mind if i touch your coffee. do you mind if i put my whole foot in your coffee

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i fucking love reactions in texting apps like discord. theyve revolutionized how i communicate. i can put a bug on your message

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I unironically adore weird teenagers who don’t know exactly what the hell is going on yet. This kid came in for a job interview at the grocery store today wearing very nice slacks and suspenders and a bow tie, with his lil pink hair all done up, and I’m just like, “Oh, we gotta hire this kid. He kicks ass. Motherfucker’s going to groceries prom and we couldn’t stop him if we tried. He’s my manager now; I only answer to grocery prom kid.”

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Breathe like you’re allowed to be here. Because you are. You’re allowed to take up space. You’re allowed to make noise. You’re allowed to need things and people. Your allowed to need accommodations and help. You’re allowed to cry and to laugh as much as you need and want. You’re allowed to ask questions. You’re allowed to be passionate. You’re allowed to be messy. You’re allowed to be strange. You’re allowed to be a paradox of things. You are allowed to be here. You are meant to be here. Live like you are.

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Every poll on this blog is about fictional characters only. This request was sent to us and we made a poll in response to it. Send any Blorbo-related question you want to our inbox and we’ll make a poll on which people can vote with their own Blorbos in minds

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I must not get upset at sudden changes of plans. Getting upset st sudden changes of plans is the sudden changes of plans killer. Which I've been informed is unfortunately a bad thing.

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i know one thing for certain about the future

ok two things.

one, the sun is gonna rise the other is I am not going to take my dying breath and think “oh man if only I’d spent more time hating myself”

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so fucking stupid that meds literally work. "swallow this pebble it makes you think" hateful

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mentally i am living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in the woods and it's foggy and i am wearing a big sweater and baking banana bread

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Cancer sucks!! I'm scared that I'll lose my dad, and I urgently need help!!!

Monday, August 25th: Hello, everyone. I’m Gem, a bi, mentally ill, multiple disabled woman, and I regret needing to ask for help, but I need assistance in covering travel expenses to visit my dad.

On August 15th, I received a call from the hospital regarding some check-ups my dad had due to a persistent cough he's had for some time. To our dismay, they've diagnosed him with throat cancer. We're still processing this shocking news and now face daunting options: chemotherapy or a laryngectomy (removal of the voice box).

Last week has been especially tough, with my dad travelling back and forth to The Royal London Hospital for various tests and scans. Thankfully, the doctors have assured us that if the cancer hasn't spread, the best chance for survival would be to proceed with the laryngectomy. He is scheduled for the operation on Tuesday, September 2nd.

If all goes well, he’ll spend about a month recovering in the hospital, learning to breathe, eat, and communicate without his voice and through a stoma. Right now, my sister is caring for him. I’ve booked my ticket to visit on the 28th, but we’re in a tough spot without the means to return home, as we could only afford one-way tickets. A return trip costs £167, and we’ll need additional funds for transportation.

I’m hoping to raise £200, as previous funds have already been used to cover my dad's transportation to his appointments.

I know this is a big ask, but if anyone could spare even a small amount—just £1, $1, or €1—it would make a truly significant difference. And sharing this message would help just as much.

Sorry for the lengthy post, and thank you so much for all your help and support.

£30/£200!!

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Uncomfortable facts of life:

Nobody's going to magically swoop in to rescue you. You can't just sit there and expect someone else to come save you. You have to get your shit together and do it yourself.

About 90% of the time, the "it" you have to do on your own is pushing yourself to walk up to someone else and use your words to say "hey I need help."

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y’all ever sent a risky text and you so scared you start doing chores