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discovered today my pussy looks like the batman symbol if you stretch it right and i genuinely thought this was information i could disclose with absolutely zero consequences to my character and virtue

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The reading comprehension and overall common sense on this website is piss poor.

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🫦 stab me x

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cg as shar, queer as folk reboot.

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tgis is so fucking funny to me. they accidentally Rock Lee'd a retired racehorse

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The lion does not concern itself with the bank account balance when a little treat is calling

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happy birthday to me

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I would just like everyone to know that I am a nearly thirty year old man who still cannot figure out how the fuck to use a can opener.

Like I always manage to get whatever I need open well enough but every fucking time I pick up one of those arcane machines I cannot for the fucking life of me figure out how to make it work so I just kinda slam it on there repeatedly until it kinda works and I have a mangled can of tuna I can sort of access without slicing my fingers open if I'm real fuckin meticulous about it.

So there's that.

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my life isn't worth surviving.

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ⓘ Tip You can skip part of the day by taking a nap.

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I don't see why we have to fight over who's trapped in here with whom. personally I'm happy just to be included

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Traveling Companion

(For Shasta in the fog.)

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In the dark, in the dark–in the dark and cold–

Pines dripping, wind biting, and path untold–

A boy rides alone, and his sorrow seethes.

But something unseen at his side, it breathes;

Warm and deep and slow and wild.

A voice in the shadows comes, rich and mild.

It had waited long for him to speak,

Holding all answers he could seek.

If he wanted Truth, he had only to ask.

What lies behind his every task?

Whose are his sorrows, and whose his hope?

Who sheltered him there at the end of his rope,

That night in the tombs when ghouls he feared?

Who brought him in safely when death he neared

As a wailing child at the edge of the sea?

What lurks past his every memory?

In the dark, in the dark, triune voices call,

Echoing forth from a singular footfall,

And the fog's shroud is fading into white,

Caught up in a marvelous light.