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its like you dont even want to sell your life to a corporation

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do you ever sit there in your bed with your head in your hands and it's like you can just imagine 9 swords behind you

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“you’re so quiet” bro it's literally so loud in my brain.

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most important thing to remember about being a woman is if youre married you have to go under the covers with your husband and laugh cutely and play wrestle so when you die to progress the narrative he can remember it in slow motion montages

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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

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my favourite thing is characters who just met the person theyre literally going to be wildly in love with for the rest of their lives and theyre like “:/ they’re not all that” this is so embarrassing for u

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I’m glad Sam Reich decided to use his powers to create game shows because in another universe I’m sure he’s a supervillain

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"SURVIVING"

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hazmat is short for hazardous matthew

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worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean

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If you super boop me and i dont super boop back, i promise its just cause im on mobile

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new boop goofin’

#came back to tumblr just to do some boopin #boop #boop o meter

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Every time someone boops me today:

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I mean.....

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clair de lune will always go down smooth, claude really did put his whole debussy into this one

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I just want you all to know, that if and when this site does experience a real exodus and/or get sunsetted for good, even if we don't keep in touch I'll remember you so fondly. You're the online equivalent of the other kid on the beach where we built sandcastles together; the girl at the campsite where we explored the trees. You're the drunk person who shared kind words in the bathroom at the club, you're the talented artists at the life drawing class or the poetry night in a city where I don't live anymore. It makes me sad that maybe in the future our paths won't cross so easily, but even when we leave this little shared piece of cyberspace, carried away on our briefly intersecting trajectories, just know I still love you