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blonde.... stomach on display...... in the phedroom......... i'm not even sure where to begin

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alright well that's enough input from you.

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indeed search for "jobs that don't make you feel like you are being chased by tigers." zero results.

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last chance to evacuate

as you may know, israel has begun its ground operation in rafah. they dropped leaflets last night ordering people to evacuate, and bombing in east rafah has already begun.

The border is about to become unreachable.

Rafah is trapped.

We have literal hours until no-one, all the GoFundMe's you've scrolled past, all the people desperately begging on TikTok, will be able to escape.

Give now. Give whatever you can.

I am fundraising for the Odeh family, which is only 3k away from meeting its goal.

you will not get another chance.

GIVE HERE

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if you say "as one does" after any phrase nobody's allowed to think you're weird anymore. cheat code bypass for all standards of social normalcy

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thank god for american public transit !!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

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very fucked up how being on your phone for hours on end actually makes you feel like shit. I deserve to endlessly consume media to my heart’s content

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'do it badly' but if i do it badly i'll hate myself ....... have you considered tgat

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I miss being 18 and knowing everything, knowing these are the people that will stick with you, that this is it. You all just get each other; you click, everything is easy and fun and warm and sure it took a while to get it this way, but you’ve got it now. And don’t you deserve it? Can’t you all go into adulthood together, not worrying about where you’ll end up because it’s not even a possibility that it won’t be somewhere all together? Can’t you hear their laughter? Couldn’t you pick each face out in a crowd, know the sound of their footsteps and how they run over your heart? Don’t you feel as if this must be it? These people know you, you know them, you click, it’s easy, it’s laughter, it’s like tracing the height marks on the wall in your childhood home. Old, familiar, right. Surely they won’t change?

I don’t like being 22 and bumping into an old friend at the train station; you haven’t seen each other in 3 years and it takes a second for you to recognise their eyes in this newish face. The hug you give each other is instantaneous; he wasn’t even your closest friend from that time so far away but he is the closest thing you have left of it. It seems he feels the same as he wraps his arms around your shoulders, like a drowning man clinging to a buoy, far out at sea. He doesn’t recognise you without the blonde in your hair. You can barely see him hiding under the beard. It turns out you’re getting the same train. You’re getting off at an earlier stop. An hour together. A minute in your mind.

And so you talk, and for that hour you start to see their faces, start to hear the laughter, start to feel the footsteps running back across your heart. They sink into old imprints in the ground, faded but firm. You had almost forgotten their rhythm. He’s doing well, he tells you, and you’re genuinely happy to hear it. He tells you about his new job, his old girlfriend, his current apartment. You find out he’s living with two other memories you both know, although he’s moving out in July. He asks how you are. You’re honest. Mostly.

You both insist on meeting up again when he moves back to the area, and you think you actually both mean it. All too quickly it’s 8pm and you have to get off the train. He gets up to hug you goodbye, and you trip over your bags and what to say as you leave. You wonder who he sees when he looks at you. You wonder who you are now. You wonder if you can ever go back. You wonder if your old lunch table at school still has the dent in the upper left corner from that time another shared memory smashed his knee into it. You’ll wonder these things until you die.

#rambles #prsnl

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I'm built different. like incorrectly i think

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People in the Discworld fandom who don’t care about The Watch at all (me) are stronger than any US Marine

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reblogging this post @ age 22, coming back to this dead acc after 3 years really hits different huh

the fact that time passes and things change and people leave and you can only go back to a place physically and you will never be 14 15 16 again………….. i don’t understand how we are meant to endure that

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i know the end, phoebe bridgers / the good place (2016-2020)

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the idea of coming home to the love of your life is so soothing and nice I can’t wait to look forward to that

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america is a country with basically permanent 9/11brain where the entire political culture is incapable of recognizing that the country could have anything wrong with it, everything bad must be the fault of Evil Foreigners and therefore even the rise of fascism within the country is blamed on foreign agents, furthering the rise of fascism by perpetuating the same nationalistic scapegoating myths that give rise to it. russiagate libs are basically trying to extinguish a bonfire by dropping fuel on it.

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can you imagine if coronavirus happened in like 2013. this site would be like "ALRIGHT LISTEN UP MOTHERFUCKERS TODAY YOU ARE GOING TO DO A LEARN ABOUT ~SOCIAL DISTANCING~"