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temporalteardrop · 3 months
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bass makes a dollar. i make a dime. that's why i think about lesbian sex on company time
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epicsauce · 7 months
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text conversation from my dream that i desperately wish was real
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doctorfreak · 6 months
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last week i was sitting at a red light and was getting honked at SOOOOOOO MUCH and looked up and this guy was slamming the horn and the girl in the passenger seat was like trying to pull his arms away from the horn. then i remembered i have this bumper sticker
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nouverx · 3 months
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You gotta excuse his 1920's ass, he's still learning slangs
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"A story doesn't need a theme in order to be good" I'm only saying this once but a theme isn't some secret coded message an author weaves into a piece so that your English teacher can talk about Death or Family. A theme is a summary of an idea in the work. If the story is "Susan went grocery shopping and saw a weird bird" then it might have themes like 'birds don't belong in grocery stores' or 'nature is interesting and worth paying attention to' or 'small things can be worth hearing about.' Those could be the themes of the work. It doesn't matter if the author intended them or not, because reading is collaborative and the text gets its meaning from the reader (this is what "death of the author" means).
Every work has themes in it, and not just the ones your teachers made you read in high school. Stories that are bad or clearly not intended to have deep messages still have themes. It is inherent in being a story. All stories have themes, even if those themes are shallow, because stories are sentences connected together for the purpose of expressing ideas, and ideas are all that themes are.
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gravitycoill · 7 months
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lil comic i’ve had in my head for a bit
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galaxyspeaking · 8 months
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He’s filled his house with chintz. To keep it real I fuck him on the floor.
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hangsawoman · 7 months
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anetesenpai · 4 months
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Eternally fascinated by the fact that, canonically, Zoro's single (1) neuron is good at maths
Other crewmate's reaction
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verflares · 3 months
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NOW SPELL: ANGEL Z-E-L-D-A WRONG! TRY AGAIN.
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William Afton into the FNAF-verse
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snarkspawn · 4 months
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the devil you know
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cyberchangeliing · 2 months
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I am not immune to the two-headed calf poem
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inkskinned · 9 months
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you're in the habit of denying yourself things.
if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.
but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?
what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.
and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.
you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.
so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.
it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.
sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.
oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.
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clarisse-doodles · 2 months
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inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is
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