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~ "The female brain has a lesser ranging than that of the male and is on average around 40 grams lighter. This circumstance does not rarely by naturalists been alleged as a proof that females in spiritual respect would be inferior to the male - an absurd claim! They, who would make such a speech, have absolutelly overlooked the important fact that the woman in her physique is inferior to the mans. Taking this circumstance to account, it is easily understood that the womans brain on average is as developed as the mans."
- -Bilder ur lifvet och naturen' (1901) by D:R J.H Kellogg.
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I need google to do the googling for me,
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The Fab Five travel through time, space, and genre to help Professor Flitwick get his groove back
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Why are reconstruction of early humans always so hairy? Like be nice and give them a haircut, cut them some slack they've been dead for a while.
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Sometimes childhood is a bad place disguised as something good.
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min hjärna, uppbyggd av en påse frusna ärtor, vägrar att tänka.rrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa understimulaton :(
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I want to savour the small things in life and not worry about how I was born cause it wouldn't matter anymore. I want to have a little garden with garden gnomes and tell old stories and ancient tales as my kids grow up- show them all the pieces of art that made me into who I will become whether that be Ronja or Pokemon or viking myths- and I won't let them grow up to soon like I had to, I'll show them how the world can be beautiful; whether that be roses in a garden or the summer evenings lasting glow, or the way that life keeps moving on in an endless flow. I want them to live a good life. And my partner- whoever they may be I want to live in this beautiful world with them- go to museums to view lives long gone, plant a garden by our home, lingering stares and cuddles- devotion shown through actions and touches. I want to give them the world and all it's greatness- find someone who values the branches and dirt beneath their shoes just like I do. Build a life together- knit a drape from the strings of fate. I want to live and let live. Love and be loved. That would be beauty for me.
I want to grow up and have a house and a partner that I love, and a kid or two and be a better parent than my parents were
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I want to grow up and have a house and a partner that I love, and a kid or two and be a better parent than my parents were
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Oh, I'm alive! I'm alive!
Witha feeling of dread inside
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My dad be like ' stop crying you're not hurt' like girlie my brain ain't developed or able to regulate em emotions enough for tis!
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Damn little me was crazy. Little me would gladly eat burnt popcorn.
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Awakening
I want to cut my hair,
and change my name
and change my mind
and stop this internal war
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I want the winds to break
and for sunlight to hit the meadows;
Show myself how the world is not a sorrow.
and that I’m finally awake,
and will be tomorrow.
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Fuck everything! Fuck having dysphoria in school rn! Fuck my dad trying to do shitty exposure therapy to me without knowing jackshit about it, yeah, okay I can’teat food that others have touched Just don’t touch it, and jut don’t touch me either knowing that I can’t stnad it, it won’t fucking help! Fuck dysphria, fuck my birthgende,r ! Fuck Fuckity FUCK
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Time is dust
It’s been a year,
far too long
since I last saw your face
And far too little time
to see a change.
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im funnier online where I can’t stutter
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I was cooking noodles(at the times just the veggies) and my dad asked if I could make some noodles for him and pour some of them on and just not have them be strong, I said no, and that I was too tired to make some new, I think he thought I would make them anyway. But I made mine and began eating, he came out of his room and saw me eating and got this sad and disappointed, almost defeated, look on his face and in the way he walked.
He asked my sister to make some for him so she began boiling some water before she had to go do laundry and asked me to fix them, so I did and made the veggies with less spices but the noodles probably got cold as I was fixing them. I gave them to him and he began saying thanks and looked surprised to see the veggies but I rushed out of his room before he could say anything, and before I could answer.
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