Sometimes I do love answering phones at work bc a fairly common occurrence is like
Me: thank you for calling (law office) how may I help you today
Them: I wanna schedule a consultation for a divorce
Me: okay what’s your name
Them: (name)
Me: okay and who is this versus
Them, in the most disdainful voice possible: ummmmm…my wife?
Me:…
Them:…
Me: What is your wife’s name?
Them: Oh
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i am one (1) “be a good dumb slut for me” away from dropping out of school and vowing to melt my brain outta my cunt
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i'm not sure if you're a new homestuck reader (if not sorry ignore me) but if you have trouble with troll quirks the unofficial homestuck collection lets you read without them (also is better than the official website now with old flash animations). also would recommend let's read homestuck if listening is your thing.
oh the quirks and the leet speak and stuff are fine i just mix up who's who, im sure ill adjust eventually haha! (also ive just been ignoring the flash animations honestly) thank you though!
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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
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Me: hey do you remember what my first word was?
Dad: No, sorry, but your mom might
Me: she doesn’t, that’s why I asked you
Dad: Oh. Well we might have a baby book for you, it’d be in there I bet
Me: mom made my baby book when I was ten, that’s when I asked her for the first time what my first word was
Dad: Oh
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{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}
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One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
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— Trista Mateer ,“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends”
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