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espero, con una mano en el corazon, que solo me toquen 3 o 4 items del sorting de los 3 o 4 pp en que me metí porque si no tengo que desenfundar como 70 lucas. imposible igual que _todo_ sea lo que pedi but still

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media: "man raped and killed a teenage girl" "man killed his ex wife and mother of his children" "man killed his own kid"

y'all: meh. it happens

woman: I hate men

y'all: die misandrist bitch men are lovely and cute and

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i was trying to collect more shitty ms paint doodles we all use and vibe with and then i realize i also have ms paint and can just MAKE some 

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I've seen some unhinged complaints in Steam reviews before, but I just ran into one that gave a game which contains no dialogue the thumbs down purely on the basis that it doesn't have voice acting.

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no way breaking bad anime is real?! 😳

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YOU PEOPLE ARE INSANE

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bread <3

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LAYERS IN MSPAINT OUT NOW!!! 🎨

[check reblogs for links!]

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all the leaves are brown (alllllll the leaaaaves are brown)

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i’ve mentioned this here before, but it will remain one of the most ideologically influential experiences of my life: when i was in fifth grade i did a report on post traumatic stress as manifested in veterans of the vietnam war, and my father did me the huge favor of connecting me w/ a vietnam vet friend of his who was diagnosed with PTSD, assuring him that while i was only ten i was bright and curious and he should be as honest with me about his experience as possible. 

i remember entering his office with my tape recorder, sitting in a chair that was too big, and asking him questions about war, and his life after war, while swinging my legs over the edge of the chair. i remember being very, very quiet as he spoke of pulling the car over on the highway for fear of crashing when his hands would shake uncontrollably in response to song on the radio or a smell that he couldn’t be sure was real or sense-memory. and of ruined relationships and anger and american hypocrisy. 

and i also remember that was the day i learned what “valor” meant. he used “valor” in a sentence and i didn’t know that word, and when i asked him to explain “valor” he became very quiet. and i can’t remember precisely what he said, if he ever offered me the dictionary definition or not, but i do remember him looking very sad, and saying something about our country’s idea of “valor”, and also something about a broken promise. and there was an edge to his words that i couldn’t parse at the time that i would later come to understand was bitterness, that he sounded bitter. 

to this day i can’t hear or read the word “valor” without seeing sunlight coming through his office window at a slant, close-to-sunset light, and feeling the kind of quiet, confused, completely internalized panic a child feels when they sense that a grown up is trying very hard not to weep in their presence. 

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It would have sucked to have been a foot fetishist in WW1 cuz all da toesies were infected with trench foot

Really puts life into perspective. Thank you for sharing. Also fuck you for making me think about this

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i want to be her so bad

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Wait, what? You are a guy? o.O Your posts are all so.. girlish..

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