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4-5-19
I want to die.
                Have my family happy.
                                           Get along.
I want to go away.
            A functioning family.
                                   Life. 
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there is a tendency with history, i think, because we’re so far removed from it, to kind of forget that all of the people were people
a child 10,000 years ago left a handprint on a wall. they were fingerpainting. a viking climbs up a rock just to carve the words “this is very high” 10ft off the ground. somebody centuries… milennia… ago burned their dinner so thoroughly that they buried the ruined pot in the backyard rather than attempt to clean it. shakespeare got drunk and wrote dick jokes. tutankhamun was a little boy who liked ducks more than anything. a roman carves his name into a monument in another country saying “i was here”. a prisoner, centuries ago, in the tower of london scratches lines into the wall as a tally marking the days. a medieval monk scrawls in the margins bemoaning the boredom of his work.
every human being across history has said “i was here. i lived. i loved. i made something. i laughed. i cried. please do not forget me”
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A house divided cannot stand, but this house never had a chance!
I'm pretty sure this house smells like vanilla extract.
please spread this so that it can actually be funny instead of just 1 person voting
edit: oh god it has 20k notes and it's been running for less than a day
edit 2: please tag me in any art of this i'd love to see it
edit 3: all of you guys ascking where the vanilla extract is. Here it is, you found it. Congratulations.
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I think I needed this today.
I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.
It's right-handed
I am right-handed
There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly
I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.
There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.
I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.
A homo erectus made it
Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.
Who were you
A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?
Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?
Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?
Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?
Who were you?
What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?
What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.
Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?
Or has it always been divine?
Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?
Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.
The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.
Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?
I'm not religious.
But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine
I don't know what is.
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Why does this speak to me?
adjacent advice: if you need more confidence, get a cool jacket or a haircut or something and think about how cool it makes you. this is loser advice, but we're all losers here. swallow your pride and roleplay as a cool guy and you'll become a cool guy.
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Literally, every hardcore Christian I have ever met has turned me away from ever considering becoming a Christian. It's like sorry man, arrogance and bigotry is a major turn off.
the power of christ isn't even that compelling if i'm being honest
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Happy Ace Week!!! 🖤🤍💜
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Hope you have a lovely day! 🎉🎉🎉
You too!
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3-28-21
I can never communicate right. I am always a sorry sight.
So, I leave your text on read. As I lay there in my bed.
Wondering. What is wrong with me?
Don’t know how to reach out, I wish I could talk  instead of shout.
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4-16-21
She cried for help. No one heard her.
Now she’s contemplating Self-murder.
Nasty thoughts start to surge. Asking why she should
Fight the urge.
It’s different this time. Not a jump across the river, but A walk down the street.
It’s different this time. Not a jump across the river, but A walk down the street.
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Super fucked up that I can’t be a master-level expert in knitting AND woodworking AND silversmithing AND embroidery AND soap making AND spinning AND -
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It's true.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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It's true.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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What I inherited from my mother:
her eyes
her love of vinegar
and apparently her inability to comprehend the humanities
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4-1-19
I’m pathetic, so pathetic.
I wonder if it's genetic.
No wait! Only I take credit.
There’s nothing about this that’s synthetic.
I’m real, this is real.
I’m pathetic, so pathetic.
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10-7-21
I am the monster you created. If you don’t like what  you see, and want to find fault, look within yourself first. On the day you die, I will be the nightmare that breathes a sigh of relief.
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3-4-19
I am a burden to myself
And to others.
Woke up too late.
I face a doomed fate.
Now, I race and scurry.
Meeting my fate in a hurry.
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