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There’s something so brutally exhausting about being in a grocery store trying to get groceries that you don’t have the money for and getting another notification from the New York Times telling you the war is coming, it’s coming, it’s here. And it’s devastating, and world ending, and everything gets scarier, and your mother’s conservative boyfriend will laugh it off but you still know. You know, and you knew, and you just had to watch it happen. This is not a war you want to fight. You did everything to try and prevent it, and it didn’t work, and now you’re calculating how likely it is you’ll get drafted, how likely it is that someone you love will be drafted, how likely it is that you’ll die, that your loved ones will die, how many people will die millions of miles away from you and how many millions already have, but you’re still in the grocery store, and the checkout is screaming at you, and you still don’t have enough money for groceries.

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I somersaulted (fell, aggressively) down this entire flight of stairs last year. You’d think the landing would have stopped me, but no….

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Update my boy is officially named Casper and today he was relieved of his balls rip the spheres

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My cat does not know what personal space is and she is NOT interested in learning

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Whenever I don’t respond to a tiktok my father has sent me quickly enough he resorts to the equivalent of dangling keys in front of me. Most recently:

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Me: oh wow that was a lot of weird noise. Probably just a car backfiring a ton—

My university alert system: hey guess what. Guess what just happened a block from you. You’re NEVER gonna guess 😜

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Why did no one warn me that the escape college provides from a not so great mother only works until you’re staring at your move out date and finishing your finals with the knowledge that time is escaping you and you are leaving a home to return to a house

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Child of divorce

They broke up??? In pride month??? Forget the toxic yaoi who’s getting custody of Vance they are TEARING this household apart—

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They broke up??? In pride month??? Forget the toxic yaoi who’s getting custody of Vance they are TEARING this household apart—

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Four conversations going at once and one involves the entire plot of persona five

I think I find my discord conversations with my friends far funnier than they actually are lmao. maybe I need to like peer review our bullshit

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are my upstairs roommates building Ikea furniture or are they dying? who even knows these days

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I think I find my discord conversations with my friends far funnier than they actually are lmao. maybe I need to like peer review our bullshit

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I keep a thousand tabs open on safari on my phone at all times. When I’m cold I hold it close to my chest to keep me warm.

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Ough. Uagh. Ouch. My knees

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I hate this English final anyone wanna do it for me. Yeah it’s my major. I don’t see how that’s relevant. Someone tell me why this professors lectures are entirely asynchronous and all from 2016 recycled over and over in obsoletion. I’ll wait.

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If you guys had to guess what my name was, like my actual first name based on vibes alone what would yall guess? I’m very curious tbh

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Shoutout to the trip we took into the woods last night and extra special shoutout to whatever the fuck was in the woods with us

All of you need to start doing more stupid things for the bit it’s good for the soul. Climb out a window occasionally. Go swimming at night in questionable water what could go wrong. Get lost in the woods for extended periods of time and come out changed. Leave tiny folded origami cranes everywhere. Randomly go to a cat cafe. Create a cat cafe. Pretend you’re a worm and roll around in grass. Make snow angels in the street at three am. Rank integrals on the list of kinky to least kinky. Buy fetishtest.com and then meet with a psychology professor to design a scientifically accurate quiz. Make a mud pie. Massive dandelion chain. Swim where you should not be swimming. Do it. “No no that would be crazy there’s no way we can do that—“ why not? Society says so? Okay and? Complacency is the thief of joy and all of you have empty pockets. There are so many things to be done and half the time the reason to not do them simply because societal rules make it seem stupid, or silly, or wrong. Just. Do things for the bit. I guarantee life is way, way more fun.