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Flying to the south for the winter for the first time must feel so good when you're a migratory bird. Like imagine that you can feel some change in the air, sense that Something's Up, but you don't know what. You just have a restless feeling like you gotta be doing something but don't know what it is, and go bug your parents and other fully fledged adults in hopes that doing so would fix something. But the adults aren't helping and even if your communication is precise enough to express something as complex as "not yet", that's still not an answer! Not yet what? Something is off and feeling weird and nobody's doing anything, just huddling together in a flock!

And then somebody high enough in flock status ranks decides "alright, it's time", and you start flying off and suddenly everything clicks together, your restless yearning and discomfort was the longing for long journey, you're going somewhere you've never been before because your blood pulls you to the lands of beautiful winter, but right now you have no idea what's going on or where you're going but it feels so fucking good and you're in the flock like

LET'S FUCKING GOOOO

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Crystals study

i'm so tired

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A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

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Kaz and Inej

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I love it when there's a couple but then there's a third guy who's also there and he's part of it but not like romantically he's just a part of the couple but like....platonically

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There is a special space in hell for white men who post those ‘I hate it when white women ____’ things. Just say you hate women and go.

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the more i think about it the more i believe that technological misogyny should be taken more seriously because what do you mean im more likely to die in a car accident because cars are built to only protect men from an impact

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"Looksmaxxing"?! Of all the shallow, meaningless, waste-of-time...*grumbles in bad language*

How about Skillsmaxxing? Practicing your handwriting, or painting a little picture along with a Bob Ross video, or sketching, or learning how to cook better.

How about Studymaxxing, or developing what they used to call "reading fever" back in the 1700s with the rise in popularity of novels? Get started finally on your reading list (for real this time), or find an interesting subject (aliens, cryptids, ancient civilizations, psychology, herbology, whatever intrigues you) and do a deep dive on it. Just become obsessed. Become somewhat of an expert.

How about DIYmaxxing? Learn to alter/make your own clothes and accessories, paint some rocks, make some inexpensive decorations out of anything you can find, create handmade Holiday cards.

If you're going to put "max" effort into something, there are a MILLION things that are more interesting, more fun, and a better investment of that energy.

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Actually I’m not going to listen to you describe a feature of my body like a problem while trying to sell me your product

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This photo made my day. Solidarity with #GiselePelicot and all survivors.

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you know how when you eat a really good orange you suddenly realize that life is about eating a really good orange. and then when you make a kid laugh with a silly joke you realize that life is about making kids laugh with silly jokes. and then when you read a book the gets you lost in your imagination you realize that life is about reading books and using your imagination. and then when you cuddle with a pet you realize that life is about cuddling with the people you love. you know what I mean? have you ever surprised your family by bringing a hot pizza home and you all realize that life is actually about hot pizza with your family.

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Sorry, but the whole “Hector is wearing Achilles’ own armor, taken from my corpse. It looks, almost, as if Achilles is chasing himself.” part just has me thinking… Who is Achilles truly hunting down on that battlefield? The man who killed Patroclus, or the man who let Patroclus walk into his demise? Who is Achilles trying to punish? Who is he truly trying to kill? Hector or himself?

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so erm. I’ve been thinking about Helen of Troy a lot recently so idk have a poem

Meanwhile, Helen of Troy dances. She points her toes and stretches her arms above her head As she twirls through the silent halls of a palace that hates her. In some other story, She is a tragedy. Doomed by the Fates, Doomed by her knife-edged beauty To be nothing more than vain Troy’s prize, Vengeful Greece’s traitorous whore. In her mind, her sister Clytemnestra plays the lute with soft, careful hands (nothing about her is soft anymore) And she delicately turns to the rhythm of it. She bends one knee, Then the other, Softening her arms to hold in front of her lithe body Like her husband’s shield. She is the face that launched a thousand ships. The bodies that fall outside the city walls -in this other, dreadful story- Are lain at the altar of Helen’s beauty. One leg lifts behind her, Back arching and arms extending with the divine grace she has always possessed. Outside the walls of Troy, Achilles screams in his murderous grief. The body of his beloved lays before him Still and bloody from Hector’s hand And still she dances. These men, Clytemnestra would say, Are ridiculous. Vain, preening idiots who want nothing more than an excuse to die or to take what they don’t deserve. And, oh, isn’t that what Helen is for? A prize to be taken, Or a cause to gleefully die for? In this other myth, she is going slowly insane. Like gentle, scared Cassandra (Helen wonders why the girl is never angry) She has no cards left to play. She shifts onto pointe, And executes a graceful leap that would have any woman cheering And any man drooling. All of them want her, she knows, So why will no one help her? The only visitor she gets is Paris, Who takes what he wants And is less than gentle about it. She misses Hermione. Outside the palace, Hector runs. Achilles will catch him, she knows, So why does he bother? One may as well ask why Helen has not yet slit her wrists, Since she knows both Greece and Troy want her dead. Ragged breaths rip from Achilles’ lungs, And he throws his spear. Still, Helen dances. Folding one leg underneath her body, She softly drops to the floor. She does not make a sound. The Fates were cruel, indeed, To give her the body of a woman. Achilles and Hector be damned- She would surely be the greatest of them all. Or would she? As she balances on the tips of her toes, Helen holds enough rage to level the city of Troy without Odysseus’ tricks. But, she ponders, would this rage come with her? No. This rage is a woman’s alone.

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Post is set for a week, let's see how it goes...

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i've seen enough horror movies starring upper-middle-income white families stuck in spacious haunted mansions. gimme stories about millennials stuck in haunted studio apartments. consider the realism:

why is this protagonist staying in an obviously haunted building despite the glaring warning signs? because a week at a motel would send them spiraling into credit card debt, they'll take their chances with the vengeful spirits. why did they chose this apartment complex to begin with, despite the many many unexplained mysterious deaths that show up on the first page of a google search? hon some of us don't have the credit score to move away from high (paranormal) crime areas. how could i be so careless as to sign a soul-binding contract with a demonic entity? bitch they're called LANDLORDS

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trying to hiiii my way into someone loving me