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you cant fucking hurt me bitch im protected by the migratory bird act

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you can click on this button once daily to help palestine and support other causes in the middle east for free. it takes literally 5 seconds and could help save lives so please take the time to click and share this link.

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the ability to say "i dont have a tiktok" in social situations makes me feel so powerful. like the general reaction is "shock, confusion, then this weird 'thats probably a good thing' response" its so fun

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being called an npc shouldn’t be an insult. no i do not want to be the main character i want to wander around in a forest where my only job is to look pretty and give out side quests that will put others in great peril in the sanctity of my plot armor

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oh fuck *falls back into old habits* *screen fades to black* *level loading* TIP: your belief that you are incapable of changing for the better will become a self fulfilling prophecy if left unchallenged

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all this talk about looksmaxxing made me think about how i could never max out looking at you… hope you’re doing well

#dark academia #light academia #tumblr #funny

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being called an npc shouldn’t be an insult. no i do not want to be the main character i want to wander around in a forest where my only job is to look pretty and give out side quests that will put others in great peril in the sanctity of my plot armor

#dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #light academia #dark academic aesthetic #light acadamia aesthetic #fairycore #forest #npc #videogame #game #video games #tumblr #funny #relateable

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what resembles the grave but isn’t, anne boyer // i didn’t apologize to the well, mahmoud darwish (trans. fady joudah).

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i’m not fighting w a bisexual man. BEND OVER

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Cats painting studies by Paul Rabaud

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we’re having a girls night, the music is getting louder and our tops of the bottles are coming off and we take our seventh? eighth? hardly the last shot of the night and sing til our lungs get numb. the vodka burns my throat and it reminds me of the ache i felt after crying over you two years ago. it was the only time my mother ever consoled me without an “i told you so” even though i know she wanted to say it. part of me wishes she did so maybe i wouldn’t have bothered to try to make it work. my friends (are they my friends? they’re more a part of me than i am) are laughing and telling each other about the loves of their lives “i love the way she kisses me and makes me feel strong” “i love the way we communicate and grow together” “she reminds me of a little munchkin kitten” “i want to paint and preserve him like the art i think he is” and i think it’s adorable and i want to wrap my arms around them and tell them they’ve crafted something truly beautiful i’m happy for them but not once am i jealous. not once do i wish i had what they had because i once thought i had something so beautiful no one ever did only to realize unconditional love has a conditional convenience clause and all we do is write contracts of convenience until it isn’t worth the trouble anymore. so i will sit in my solitude and pray that love treats me parts of me dancing around the kitchen better than it ever treated me.

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i cannot stop thinking about this. it stops me in my tracks every time

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I DON’T LOVE YOU YET BUT

i’d crumble if you walked away from me now / the thought of you brings a smile to my lonely lips / that aren’t as lonely when you’re around / putting your arm around me and pulling me in close when the car speeds by / had me speechless / holding you tight when its getting late means a lot more than it did before / “this reminded me of you” has me falling to my knees / every time you call me by my name my heart skips a beat / and send it to yours / i don’t love you yet / but i could

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oh yr so quirky for hating on the black parade. should we get you a cake. should we call the daily mail

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~Lindsay C. Gibson, Adult children of emotionally immature parents