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I constantly think about the quote (literally no idea what it’s from) I read once about how teenage girls want to fuck their band guy idols because it’s the closest they can get to wanting to BE their band guy idols. Like damn… way to recontextualize my entire adolescence with 1 sentence

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short story?

i was seven years old.

"gosh, when you sort the clothes pegs by color like that it creeps me out. you're so much like your father." so i began to consciously make sure i would never hang a shirt up with two red pegs, two blue pegs or any sort of matching combination. ten years later, i accidentally hung a shirt with two red pegs, and i had to switch one out for a white peg before i hyperventilated.

"can't you hear yourself? you really are a psychopath, just like your mother." so i began to consciously make sure to never fall innocently unconscious, so as to say something that was even slightly unnecessary. it was better not to talk at all.

it's one thing to be told your entire life not to become like a bad person somebody once knew. it's another to be told not to become like two bad people, by two bad people who are the ones who created you in the first place.

who on earth could i as a child expect to be, if not a combination of my parents? and yet it was repeatedly drilled into me that i should not be anything like my father, nor should i be anything like my mother.

if my father is bad and my mother is bad and both of them made me, what does that mean? if i cannot be my mother and i cannot be my father, yet they are the very ingredients to every memory of the first moments i ever lived in, who am i to begin with, and who must i become?

they say every child is made up of their parents, yet mine vehemently speak against this, so what must i be made up of if not them?

by eliminating both of them entirely from myself, what will i be left with? i still haven't even met myself yet.

i'm only seventeen years old.

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everyone hates orange until they actually see her in context. "oh it's such an ugly color, too bright!" look at sunsets and autumn, look at campfires and deserts. she's the most beautiful and special part of the scene. now apologize.

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Every 21st century piece of writing advice: Make us CARE about the character from page 1! Make us empathize with them! Make them interesting and different but still relatable and likable!

Every piece of classic literature: Hi. It's me. The bland everyman whose only purpose is to tell you this story. I have no actual personality. Here's the story of the time I encountered the worst people I ever met in my life. But first, ten pages of description about the place in which I met them.

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i wish ppl on this website, and within leftist circles in general, were a little less gung ho about making jokes or statements like "billionaires arent people" "nazis arent people" "police arent people"

there is no level of evil where a human stops being a human. if you decide to kill them for their crimes, then you are killing a human. and sometimes that is justified! oil execs and war profiteers have destroyed countless lives in service of their own sick greed, and given the chance to enact that same violence on them, id probably pop their heads like a pimple.

but it is important that we do not shy away from the reality of that choice. it is a human life that is being ended. a person with interiority, feelings, family.

if we stop considering any group as people, even a group defined by their own evil actions, then we are drawing a line to divide society into persons and non-persons, and stating that those non-persons do not deserve to live.

i hope i dont need to explain why that is a dangerous position to take.

these people and all of their evil, their greed, their hatred, are just as much a part of humanity as art, culture, language, food. they are a part of us that has grown malignant and cancerous, and like a cancer, they must be excised for the sake of the whole--but they are still a part of us, made of the same stuff as us, down to their cores.

evil humans are still humans.

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i am crying because the world is so beautiful and yet i am so sad

#and when my dog looks at something i can’t see in wonder #i think maybe i’m the problem #but maybe the world is just like that sometimes

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i would rather die than go back to all the places i once lived

#sad #melanchonic #childhood #childhood trauma #i feel like it would make me feel even worse than i do now you know #like i spent all these years trying to distance myself and move in from the memories and people who broke my heart and now i’m back #in the exact same place i was before

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John: Did you eat my chocolate muffin?

Sherlock: You know I don't eat during cases.

John: Good.

Mrs Hudson: whispers Good?

John: whispers That was Sherlockian for "yes".

Mrs Hudson: whispers And what's Sherlockian for "no"?

John: whispers It's "no".

Mrs Hudson: whispers How do you get him to eat? Perhaps I can use that trick for when you're not here.

John: whispers Simple. I put it somewhere near him and prepare it in a way he can eat it without focusing on it. Like get rid of the wrapper for the muffin or cut the meat and vegs into bite size and put a fork ready to grab on the plate. Then I just have to tell him to not touch it and it usually disappears within the next two hours.

Mrs Hudson: chuckles and whispers You really know your man.

John: whispers He's not my– sighs You're right. I have become his doting wife.

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pictured: nerd to nerd friendship

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Someone sees Steve in a corroded coffin tee and hits him with the “name 5 songs, poser” and Steve just starts laughing his ass off bc he doesn’t know the name of like more than 2. Granted, he is literally married to the guitarist. So he just keeps laughing in this dudes face and this dude is getting more and more pissed at whatever bar or restaurant this happens in and five minutes later Eddie finally leaves the bathroom and he’s like “baby love what’s so funny?”

And jackass is fucking starstruck and confused bc Eddie’s looking at this poser with the most amused loving eyes on the face of the earth.

“You fucking jackass, I’m MARRIED to EDDIE FUCKING MUNSON I don’t need to know a single god damn song my closet is FULL of these. Shit, I have corroded coffin shirts that he HAND DREW the band name on in 19-fucking-86 at my fucking parents kitchen table. I have been on nearly every tour in the last 20 years since they STARTED touring in ‘87 and I am the ONLY groupie eddie munson has ever fucked get real”

And Eddie is very amused but also like “babe that’s enough, settle down before this goes on YouTube”

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Honestly SHOCKED this is Louis twice now injuring his arm and yet Bambi legs Styles has survived unscathed

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steddie fans watch eddie pin steve against the wall and held a broken glass on his neck and said “yep thats the perfect man for our babygirl”

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simon: it’s dark in here

ayub: don’t worry dude I got this

ayub: *stomps feet*

ayub: *skechers light up*

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Goddamn. Okay

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I am beginning to feel concerned about how much more attractive I find Steve Harrington while he's distressed or injured. That's not a good sign right?