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The 2017 eclipse was my grandmas birthday. I made her an eclipse cake with glitter and we all watched it. My grandparents are dead now and I dont talk with my mom anymore

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Mia Goth is literally Ethel Cain (The character) in my mind

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sometimes i still think im 15, 3 whole years later

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leaving this whetstone here in case someone needs to sharpen their knife today to... uh... make a salad or something :)

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happy ides of march eve remember to completely disregard any weird happenings or foreboding omens and look forward to tomorrows beautiful day

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men, treat your girl right because there are thousands of dishwashers that will do what you cant

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now that I'm 18 I'm literally following any 18+ blog i see. I'm kinda traumatized now

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boomers love to take credit for ww2 but like, no they weren't even alive. they were just born because their fathers came back after Normandy and banged their mothers, so what have they even done noteworthy in their lives but shit on younger generations? they don't even work as hard as their parents did, but shame everyone else. Your father Dick would be ashamed of you.

smacked right in the mouth

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Medical History- Nicole Sealey

I’ve been pregnant. I’ve had sex with a man

who’s had sex with men. I can’t sleep.

My mother has, my mother’s mother had,

asthma. My father had a stroke. My father’s

mother has high blood pressure.

Both grandfathers died from diabetes.

I drink. I don’t smoke. Xanax for flying.

Propranolol for anxiety. My eyes are bad.

I’m spooked by wind. Cousin Lilly died

from an aneurysm. Aunt Hilda, a heart attack.

Uncle Ken, wise as he was, was hit

by a car as if to disprove whatever theory

toward which I write. And, I understand,

the stars in the sky are already dead.

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"oh taylor swift fans are crazy they get so mad when you criticize her". Because it is fucking exhausting. Every day, to be told you are an idiot and horrible things just because you listen to Taylor Swift. It is exhausting to be bullied in school for someone you listen to. It is exhausting for someone to say the music you listened to at your darkest moments, when it comforted you when nothing else did, is trivial and cringe. It is exhausting. It sucks. Imagine if millions of people constantly hated on your favorite thing. Maybe then you wouldnt be such an asshole. Yk what. I will find your favorite thing and every time you mention it, I will hate on it, and say "actually that thing that means the world to you sucks. It is stupid. You are stupid for liking it"

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Maybe, just maybe, instead of hating on Taylor Swift for watching football, you could put alllllllll that hate that you send towards women and girls, and, idk maybe be mad at the literal genocide happening right now. Just a thought

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Having a traumatic childhood means you cannot talk even objectively about your basic foundational experiences without it being "venting", even if you're not actually venting. You just straight up have a huge chunk of your life you can't talk about, full stop, without it being trauma dumping.

And it not being socially acceptable to talk about your own childhood is super alienating. Sometimes people want to know why, and any answer you can give them is going to be off putting.

It's to the point I get irritated when something I said is framed as venting when I'm literally just talking about my life experiences, doing my best to keep emotion out of it.

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reblog if you want to be spammed with anonymous asks

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At this point, IDGAF. No, I will not "debate" with you, if you think women dont deserve basic decency and the right to be in charge of their own bodies, if you dont support every single lgbtq identity regardless of if it fits your personal view of "acceptable" or "real". If you support genocide and use religion as an excuse to control people. If you "love the sinner hate the sin," if you support T*ump, if you are a "traditional" woman and preach "femininity", really just another version of misogyny. If you do not support basic human rights, I will not waste a single breath on you, I will have nothing to do with you. And I will block you, ignore you, have nothing to do with you. Because you are just plain wrong. And I am sick of yelling into the void just because you are obtuse

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A Paper/ A Person/ A Promise" by Dr. Earl Reum

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with tiny toenails and no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a 

Valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

and the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

and the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad

when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end

of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister

making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed

or even talked

And the girl around the corner

wore too much makeup

That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway

because that was the thing to do

And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly.

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

and he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen

I read this in the perks of being a wallflower, It kills me everytime

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god i love drinking milk so much it is literally so tasty. this is not a euphemism or an innuendo i genuinely just enjoy a good ol glass o milk. its so refreshing to me. if you hate milk thats ok just give it to me i Will take care of it

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Funny how today people are still mourning (and our president and vice president are posting about) the 20 white children that died 11 years ago in a white suburban school, but all the ones who die in low income neighborhood shootings, are abused in the foster system, kids shot by police officers for stealing some candy or the children being bombed in Gaza right now just dont matter?? Dont think we dont notice how only the white children seem to be mourned and gain media attention. I'm not saying Sandy Hook isnt horrible and shouldnt be remembered, it is, I'm just pointing out the hypocrisy of all of this, and pointing out how at the end of the day, the US doesnt care about any of us, and their "thoughts and prayers" are performative