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If I had a nickel for every time I said I was going to get my shit together and then proceeded to not get my shit together, I wouldn’t even need to get my shit together because I’d be rich af

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mom: what time did you get out of bed

me: physically or emotionally

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Diamond city radio: *plays song*

Me:

Me:

Me:

Diamond city radio: *plays wanderer*

Me: WELL IM THE TYPE OF GUY *punches a hundred raiders* WHO LIKES TO ROAM AROUND *headbutts a deathclaw*

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pro tip for bad body image days: look at yourself the way you’d look at a cat. average-sized cat? awww. itty bitty cat? so cute. big fat cat? mcfreakin’ adorable. cat with chubby cheeks? AMAZING. cat with a big soft belly? LOVE IT. cat with scars? MY CHILD. so go out there and strut your stuff like the cool cat you are !!

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JK Rowling: I shall name him my villain Voldemort. It is French for "fleeing from death", indicative of his primary desire to become immortal, and the fear that motivates him.

JK Rowling: These two characters can turn into a black dog and a werewolf

JK Rowling: theyre called black dog and werewolf mcwerewolf

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when you fail a persuasion attempt in an rpg:

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*dogmeat found somethings*

dogmeat: bark

me: where

dogmeat: bark

me: wheRE

*dogmeat runs back*

me: why would u even

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I often think of that study about stereotypes, wherein children are asked to draw a scientist, and they almost unilaterally draw a bearded white man.

I think if you asked most children to “Draw a Farmer,” you would by-and-large get the same result.

It’s odd, because globally, women are about half of the formal agricultural workforce, and we produce (and cook!) the majority of the world’s food.

I remember my grandmother had a vegetable garden that was about half an acre large. She produced, canned, and prepared the vegetables the family actually ate, whereas my grandfather farmed barley and wheat and took care of the animals. They were both doing intensive agricultural labour, but the difference is he had the chance and to earn money for his work. It’s more than a mere division of labour: it’s a division of capital and freedom that squarely favoured my grandfather. He was “the farmer,” and she was “the farmer’s wife.”

That historical barrier between informal and formal work–and the perceptions of the relative value of both–is a huge part of why women are lagging far behind in factors like property and equipment ownership.

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One of my hearing friends offered to make a voicemail message on my phone that will said something like “hi this is Frankie’s phone he’s Deaf so what are you even doing right now"

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shoutout to that one bra that really just knows how to work the tatas

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