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i care btw. i care abt the song ur listening to or the bug u saw or how u just got outta the shower or how ur happily hanging out w ur friends or how ur kinda sad or how good was the meal u just had or ur fav character from an indie game nobody knows or if u chugged down some water. i always will

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I genuinely miss the days when Trump didn’t even know where Brazil was on the map

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😭 please! I know you've got some angst up your sleeve somewhere mwhahaha

lol literally always 😂

Let's see let's see... how about a very mean snippet from the next Immortal Throuple fic (titled "My Head is Not My Friend" for. Obvious reasons)(also you should listen to the song it's one of my faves 😭)

Dream stares down at his phone, the screen showing the group text Hob and Calliope had started with him. Biting his lip, he taps out a message. He deletes it. He types out the same message, a little different, a little shorter, a little more casual… He deletes it. Groaning, he flops back onto his bed, dropping his phone to the side as he presses his fists against his eyes. He has an upcoming gallery show, and while he is not the only artist being displayed, it is one of the larger galleries he’s been accepted to. He wants to invite his lovers. But all he can hear in his head are all the times he has tried before. “I mean, it’s all stuff I’ve seen before, right?” “You’re only showing a few pieces, it’s not like it’s just you.” “I already listen to you brag about your art all the time, I’d rather not spend a whole evening dedicated to it.” (Dream… hadn’t thought he’d been bragging. He had thought he’d been sharing. Sharing something he was passionate about, something that he loved with someone that he loved. But he shouldn’t be surprised. He’s never been good at talking right.) He tries one last time, his fingers shaking as he types, So there’s this event- you don’t have to stay the whole time- it’s not a big deal- I just thought I’d let you know- He deletes it.

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what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

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Our grocery store has a Perishable Manager and a Non-Perishable Manager and I know it’s talking about the departments they oversee but really it seems like Seth may be mortal but David will never die

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I AM A NOVA

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Awakening from my slumber to post Copia

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Stretch marks are normal. Cellulite is normal. That place on the abdomen that doesn't lie flat is normal. Pimples are normal. Body hair is normal. Wrinkles are normal. You do not owe the world a version of you that is free of these things.

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languages that don't distinguish between formal and informal you are missing out on so much petty drama. my grandparents have two neighbours who once got into a huge fight over something honestly pretty trivial, so neighbour A said he was going to revoke neighbour B's du (informal you) privileges. neighbour B was like "okay but can i use du one last time?" and neighbour A was like "yeah go ahead", and neighbour B said "du arschloch" (you asshole). incredible.

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A Couple of Papa Emeritus III Text Posts ( 4 / ??? )

BONUS; 

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Very important messy sketch

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hey u missed ur shift on tumblr.com why aren’t u reblogging

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I love uninstalling shit. Get out of my computer.

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Oh no, people are writing indulgently about things they care about on the Writing Indulgently About Things You Care About site

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“i’ll be your sword” okay. and. and im the sheath right. nnghhhh,,,

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How much do you think it rained in The Dreaming after Dream and Hob’s little spat in 1889?