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I think I've worked out (part of the reason) why there's been such a huge uptick in folks who don't reblog things on here.

This post has like 14k notes right now, and the tags and comments and reblogs are FULL of people who didn't know about fast-reblog, and -- you guys have been slow-reblogging this whole time!?!??!?!?

In the interests of a) making your lives easier, and b) encouraging you to reblog posts, which is what keeps this site alive, here's how you fast-reblog:

On mobile: press and hold the reblog button. Your blog icon will appear. If you have sideblogs, all of the different icons will appear. Drag to whichever blog you want to reblog to, and release. Job done.

On desktop: hold down the E key and click reblog. Job done.

You're welcome. Now get reblogging.

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i don’t need to put my mental disorders in my bio you can easily infer that there’s something wrong with me

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bootay

juicy

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ITS MARCH YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

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what’s taking nevada so fucking long

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A post shared by Cubana Libre (@revolucioncuba) on Aug 25, 2020 at 3:41pm PDT

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pls let this blow up like the other one

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In case anyone wants some perspective on how utterly random triggers can be. I haven’t lived in a house with a garage door in four-ish years. Right now at this moment, I honestly can’t recall what they sound like, except something metallic moving and rather clanky.

There was one on tv. I wasn’t even paying attention to it, I had my headphones on and was actively trying to tune the show out. My ears picked up on the sound of the garage door, and a jolt of adrenaline shot through my body as I grabbed my laptop and moved to get out of my seat and run to my room.

I realized what happened after about two seconds.

The sound is gone from my ears, but my heart is still racing and I’m waiting for the door to the house to open, to hear the jingling of my mother’s keys and her footsteps moving through the house. My muscles are still tense and I’m fighting the urge to run to my room and stick a board in front of the door.

For years, the sound of a garage door was my warning to pack up what I was doing quickly and retreat to my room if I was out of it.

I can’t remember the sound of the garage door right now, but I can’t tell my brain to stop trying to react to it.

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so being inebriated and sleep-deprived is an experience in and of itself, but i have a subconscious fascination with baja blasts that makes this state infinitely worse. i went into one of my friend group chats and said, "ask not what your baja can blast for you, but what you can blast for your baja," which is a phrase so cursed i have never managed to live it down, depsite now living in an entirely different state than everyone who was there to witness my moment of baja, and that's not even the only drunken, sleep-deprived moment of baja i've ever had