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i hate you ai art i hate you "unalive" i hate you youtube premium i hate you twitter 8$ checkmark i hate you nfts i hate you therapy app advertisements i hate you non-chronological timelines i hate you instagram reels i hate you subtle tiktok filters that cant be turned off i hate you family bloggers i hate you ads on true crime episodes i hate you facebook i hate you vr glasses on chickens i hate you dystopian social media

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I need everyone to know Karl the seagull was real and he’s actually named Jonathan. Samba’s Instagram is a gift

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i may have made something

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after stede and edward stop fighting eds gonna be like "fuck.. sorry about all your books.." and stedes gonna be like "oh no matter i have secondary copies of every one" then he's gonna open another secret passageway and lucius is gonna be in there eating paper

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There’s a serial killer in your town. Unfortunately for them you are a necromancer and you have fun driving that maniac insane.

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When you turn 18, your greatest skill is multiplied by 10. Amazing driver? Now you’re practically invincible in a car. Expert bow shot? You can angle your shots down to the millimeter. No one expects your skill.

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Things that scream gifted kid burnout

Being on Tumblr, Wattpad. or AO3. especially AO3

Having several unused notebooks, that are empty simply out of fear of "ruining" them.

A caffeine addiction that started with you pulling all nighters that has progressed into you living off of monsters and never sleeping.

Having a praise or degradation kink, I'm sorry dear, I don't make the rules,

Saint Bernard by Lincoln If you wanna listen

Buying books and never reading them and or reading classics just to say you've read them.

Listening to Mitski , specifically Brand New city

All of Bo Burnhams Inside

Being the mom friend (you wanna give people the affection and attention you never received outside of your academic accomplishments.)

Your love language being acts of service

Having an academia playlist but also having a "lets burn the government playlist"

Hozier

Wanting to run away to the woods but also wanting to run away to a big city and cut off everyone from your past.

Having an obsession with office supplies/stationary

Notes app rants

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Worst Fanfic Prompts

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Anyway, Let's play webtoon is amazing and deserves more recognition & a bigger fandom

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KINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

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Best birthday photo

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for twenty-year-olds who have never been loved

All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack.

This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?

The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.

At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours.

Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk.

But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting.

The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate.

They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole.

And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.

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i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

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ads don’t work on me b/c i’m poor