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Via Bernice King, the daughter of Martin Luther King Jr: "Daddy spoke these words on April 4, 1967 (exactly one year before he was assassinated), in his speech ‘Beyond Vietnam: A Time To Break Silence.’"

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3x22 - Explorers

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the whole "lipstick on a pig" thing makes no sense because the second we gave a pig access to makeup she became god's cuntiest soldier

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he was so real for this. i really must

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As , the United States, potentially heads into another forever war I can only think of this quote.

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henren in limited color palette 🩷🤍🧡

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So you want some? Let's see how much you can handle.

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Night swimming, Eric Nash

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Follow to see the same picture of Goose the cat every day

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the insane experience of missing a fictional character . like you can always go back and reread the book , replay the game , rewatch the show or movie , you can always go back & see them , but you can never experience them & their story for the first time again . its absurd to miss them because they'll always be there , but you'll miss when there were still new things for them to say .

for a small time they were real & growing and changing and you hung onto every new word, but now all they can do is repeat the same story forever&ever & they're not real anymore because you know everything they're going to do. & you miss them. its fucked man...

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me blogging

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WE'RE MAKING IT OUT OF THE TIME LOOP WITH THIS ONE ‼️‼️‼️‼️

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DabuQlu’DI’ yISuv!

“When threatened, fight!”

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Back on my bullshit

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I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.

My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813

*electric guitar riff*

And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like