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TRUE BLU

It’s routine, at this point. There’s little room for variation. 

Even here, where novelty foregoes punishment--or even acknowledgment--he can’t bring himself to do more.   To do anything of significance.  To leave before he can let himself scratch this itch until it starts bleeding. Routine knows him by the divots in a rusty old keypad; by the phone number he calls every weekend. Their private performance.  Is it true freedom if it's planned all the way down to the letter; the number; the bone?

aaa here it is!!! finally!!!!!!! i hope you all enjoy :3 fic updates every saturday <3

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something i have always found really weird is when english texts italicize words from other languages.

i remember reading a book as a kid and the author continually italicizing the word tamales

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Every time i think of Expiration Date

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Ms paint

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You’ll get what you're given.

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Characters from a different story that takes place in 1999 before the world ends.

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Training!!

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xd !!! i love them

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blame it on the boogie

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advice from dad

So, my Dad is a 73-year-old Mexican man who has lived here since he was 16. He was in Watts during the riots in 1965; in 1992, when I was in LA, as soon as the Rodney King verdict was announced, he called me, told me what was coming, told me how to stay safe. He has survived horrible living conditions, being kidnapped, physical abuse, prejudice, discrimination. He learned English, got his green card, pays his taxes, works hard, and has three daughters. 

I thought he would be devastated today.

But he wasn’t.

He saw that I was sad and angry, and he asked me why, pretending he had no idea. I almost started crying. And then he said, “no se me chicopale.” 

It means, don’t lose heart. Don’t give in to despair.

I asked him why he wasn’t upset.

He said, basically, “The world has always been this way. There are always people who are afraid, who are racist, who are awful. This is not new. And it will never go away. He won. We can’t do anything about that. All we can do is what we can do. Fight for what matters to us. Take care of each other. And don’t lose heart. And here, I got these unsalted cashews for you and a bag of jamaica drink mix and can you show me how to use the new washing machine because it’s not working.”

And, for reasons I can’t articulate, I feel a little better. 

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and with your help it can rack up 700k notes on tumblr in 2024

no tumblr this doesnt need tags im releasing it into the wild as god intended

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decided to get started on the fanfiction oh/OH. print design. This one is getting released November 6. Selected chrysanthemums because of their meaning and cus they're pretty

there are

SO MANY FUCKING PETALS

i am going to BED

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Romance in 2fort

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