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I was teaching kids today and they got fixated on the usual ‘are they dead now?’ question when I was talking about historical figures. So I was just like ‘Yes, they’re dead now, everyone who was alive in the 1800s is dead now.’ and then one kid was like ‘Except for you’.

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”Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Do people energize you or drain you? Would you rather be at a party or a library?” Stop subscribing me to binaries. Social interaction is invigorating and makes my life better and I’m exhausted the whole time.

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lets play wordle _____

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the eunichs are worried about currying favor when they ought be concerned with the currys flavor

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big plans on the dash

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Knight who seeks to get injured in combat so she can be tenderly held by her Lady but she keeps absolutely killing it out there and she's too honorable to throw a fight

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So last month I got hit by a car and died right. Which I didn't initially realize until I watched some guy haul my body into his pickup and drive off. Which, being that it's deep in rural Michigan, I assume means my body will make some venison jerky and maybe some wall decoration, and I'll be resigned to being one of hundreds of deer ghosts floating around Saginaw, which is w/e. But then I find out the guy works at a taxidermy shop or something, and he's actually pretty good at stuffing and mounting deer carcasses, which I come to find out when I find myself face to face with my old body in the shop window. So naturally, I figure since ghosts need to possess something to interact with the living world and etc etc etc the most logical thing to do is to possess my own body, since it's basically a statue of myself. And a little surprisingly, it actually fits like a glove. Like, since it's my body, it feels like stepping right back into place. So I get out of town and back to my herd, eventually. And that's where the trouble starts coming into it, because after I get settled again, I don't know how to explain to everyone else what feels so weird. Like since I can move my body and do everything I used to do, it's functionally the same, like nothing happened. Or it SHOULD be, so I don't know how to explain how it's NOT. But it's just hard to explain it to someone who's never been hit by a truck I guess

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I LOVE YOU CORDELIA CUPP!! I LOVE YOU!! SHE IS EVERYTHING TO ME!!

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Go birding each time they say yellow oval room

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ghe doctor said no more than two glasses of poisoned wine

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comments are turned off on this and i know it was a bloodbath in there

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Me: woah that girl over there is like 30cm tall! (9ft) But wait... this girl has certainly had to hear every joke and comment in the book about her height... I should just not bring it up at all. Hey girl! Your hair is nice!

Tall girl: Thanks... I grew it myself.

MY OBNOXIOUS RIVAL: Hey girl! Did anyone ever tell you that you're tall as FUCK? Who needs a ladder when we got you am I right???

Tall girl: Wow... no one has ever noticed my height before. I was starting to get self-conscious... thank you. Would you like to go for a drink?

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a funny thing about having a Problematic Blorbo is that you'll periodically come across a post along the lines of "um let's not forget that [Blorbo] is a bad person..." listing their various crimes, and if you have a modicum of intellectual honesty you find yourself nodding along and saying yeah it's true... but it's the greyness of their character that makes them so compelling... At the same time though you have a little Saul Goodman in your ear going "your honor in their defense: who cares like omfgggg who caresssssss like come onnnnnn"

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watched conclave

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first art of 2025 ✨ inspired by this post because it speaks directly to my soul