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"this isn't a competition you guys"

-me in last place

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“How do you fill the space in your heart that only fits the one person who left it empty?”

17:48 - I’ve been empty for so long (moondustanddreams)

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One of my favourites from Philadelphia "The Lot"

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On your last day on Earth, the person you became meets the person you could have become.

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I just had the best encounter with a child at Kmart. I was in the aisle shopping, and this girl and her dad come around the corner. The girl sees me and excitedly exclaims “There’s a human here!!” to which the father replied “Yes, there’s humans everywhere.”

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It had been a month now, and you've only managed to weasle a few dollars out of Fergus the Dragon. He would only comply if chicken nuggets were a part of the bargain. Never enough for your broke self to make it down there in your old lemon... But always be perfect amount to purchase the much beloved nuggets of Mickey D's....

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The puns compelled me to read this with an Italian accent...

I used to know an Italian chef.

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6 Types of Childhood Abuse | psych2go (new release) 

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We tho?

Y'all wanna see a weird cucumber illuminati cup I found at the thrift shop?

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Found this jewel today, seemed fitting 😘😘😋

Happy Pride Month, amigos <3

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Everyone has a trigger word or phrase. This is the first word or phrase you heard after being born. This trigger when seen or heard completely wipes your memory. For most people, their parents or doctors have enough sense to make it something obscure like ‘Garrulous’. You however, are stuck with the trigger word of 'the’, one of the most common words of the english language.

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Singing

Do you ever just get so caught up in a song that you aren't capable of singing well do you just aggressively sing/shout the words like your trying to get the whole world to hear? Like, sometimes I start singing super loud and like I feel like throwing up because it's just this huge passion at the back of my throat that cannot escape fast enough or well enough. Idk if I just get so excited and it makes me queasy or what, cause sometimes as I shout the words I'll start tearing up but not actually crying?? Is something wrong or can I keep on living life?

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Stop sending your crow to steal my crap! He always steals little things that I need to complete grand pieces. He always flies off with my buttons, needles, sequences and whatnot. STOP! I will track down the thing back to you, and make you pay. Enough is enough, Crow Owner.

Sincerely,

A Victim of Fabulousness (and now your tasteless crow)

The crow visited every day, bringing tiny shiny trinkets. But today he had a note instead.

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Can we all take like two seconds to appreciate Gingy's aggressive happiness?

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Can't forget this guy tho...

Write a story where the protagonist is completely, purely, and irredeemably evil, while still making them likable.

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There are also constant forces working against people in poverty. We lived a pretty normal life but food was scarce and the exterminator was constantly scamming us. They would come to spray and the pest got worse, until we were living in it. So while we were living in an infestation and getting food from the neighbors, we still seemed normal. If poverty was a choice, no one would be poor, and that's obviously not reality.

I tried to explain to a friend of mine who has never ever been poor in his life why it is that poverty is a cycle, and why it’s so difficult to escape poverty. 

His response was, “just save money”. I kept trying to explain that when you are living paycheck to paycheck, there really is no saving money because most of your income is being spent on basic needs: food, shelter, clothing, transportation. 

So, then he responded, “well, why can’t you just save $5 every week”. Well, a lot of poor people do try to save. I would manage to get a few hundred in my savings account, but then you get a flat tire, or you end up getting sick and missing a week of work, or you have an unexpected bill. And, that few hundred dollars suddenly disappears. I tried to explain to him that when you’re poor, unanticipated expenses can very quickly and easily blow through what little you have in your savings account and put you back at square one. 

I also tried to explain that when you are that poor, you need to make purchases while you have the money. Like, if I needed a new pair of jeans and I had an extra $30 that week, I would buy myself a new pair of jeans that week because I didn’t know when I would have an extra $20 or $30 to spend. So, he countered that with, “You don’t need to buy clothes. You could have put that $30 in your savings.”

To which I responded, “Well, if it were socially acceptable to walk around without pants on, then maybe poor people could climb out of poverty, but until then, when your jeans have holes in them, or don’t fit you anymore, you need to get some new ones.”

Then it kind of clicked for him.. a little. 

So, I went on to talk about the sociological aspects of poverty, like how growing up poor, or growing up as part of a marginalized demographic pushes your starting block 100 feet behind your peers.. how our educational systems are set up to fail impoverished children. The light bulb flickered, but never fully turned on. 

And, then he said, “I still can’t believe you were ever on food stamps.” 

Yes, my friend, poverty and I get a nice little reunion every few years. I know it intimately, which is why you should sit back, relax, and just listen. 

I never understood how it was so difficult to see the realities of poverty. To me, it is sort of common sense. And, what is irksome is that poverty doesn’t always present itself as an old beat up car, and falling apart sneakers. People who grow up middle class and financially secure seem to think that poverty looks a lot like dirty children with dirty clothes, and no shoes. But, it doesn’t. It can be that, but it’s often not. 

I grew up in a nice house in the suburbs, but we were poor. We were very poor for a long time, in part due to my medical issues. People assume that because we went to Catholic school, and had a nice house that we were well-off. We weren’t. My mother worked 2-3 jobs, and my parents took out loans to pay for our school tuition. My mother’s parents helped pay for some of our education, even though they were also incredibly poor. My parents sometimes struggled to put food on the table. 

I never had clothes that were dirty or falling apart, but most of my clothes and shoes were hand-me-downs from my older cousins. In fact, a lot of my toys were, too. 

Both of my parents grew up in poverty. My father, especially, grew up in complete and abject poverty. Their parents grew up in poverty, and so did their parents. My parents made immense sacrifices to set us up for financial success, but life always finds a way to intervene. 

Personally, my health issues have been the driving factor behind my own financial issues. I have amassed thousands of dollars in medical debt. I work a job that doesn’t use my degree at all because I can work part time and still get benefits, and because I know I won’t get fired if I need to take extended absences due to my health. 

So, when you say, “I still can’t believe you were ever on food stamps,”  you are really saying, “I have this picture in my head of what poverty looks like, and you don’t fit that image.” 

That idea we have about what poverty is supposed to look like is a big reason why people in the middle class are so content with cutting safety net programs, even though they are one medical problem, one car accident, or one lay-off away from complete financial ruin. What does poverty look like, then.  How do you “just save money”, then. 

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Can someone explain what the frick my sister just gave me???