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Unmute !

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Should I get into crystals or is that the impending quarter life crisis talking?

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Here's your reminder that that sleek looking healthy meal kit you've been thinking about subscribing to is just TV dinners.

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Call me a victim of consumerism all you want but I just drank 64 ounces of water in the last two hours because this owala mouth piece feels nice

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NEWSIES QOTD

Race: man. them fire fire a kept me awake all night.

Mush: sirens is like lullabies to me! The louder they wail the better the headline, the better the headline the better I eat, an the better I eat-

Race: the further away from YOU I sleep.

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some thoughts about Javid and hands

David’s hands were long. ‘Elegant,’ as his mother and the older ladies at their synagogue would say. ‘Pianist hands.’ Well, David had never taken up the piano, and thus his hands seemed not to be good for much else. His fingers were long and spindly and bony, knuckles nearly poking out of the skin. They were pale, almost embarrassingly so, with blue veins running though that seemed to bleed their periwinkle color to his fingertips whenever he got the slightest chill. To David, there was nothing special about his hands. They were awkward and ink-smudged and cold to the touch, and both had a writer’s callus on the middle finger because David couldn’t use his left hand in school - besides that, though, they remained soft if not slightly dry because of David’s habit of hand-washing.

His hands were, in a way, revealing to himself, David thought.

Everything that David’s hands were, Jack’s hands were the opposite. Jack had shorter fingers - not truly short by any means, but also not markedly long like David’s own. His palms were wide, always covered with smears of charcoal and ink that were more visible on the lighter skin there. Where David’s hands were smooth, Jack’s were calloused and rough in most places - save for the spots of softness that David knew by heart. And god, they were always so warm. It was as if the very summer sun had been distilled and injected into Jack’s essence. David didn’t even mind when there was dirt or paint or charcoal on those hands and under Jack’s nails, because that was Jack.

It was odd, how well they complimented one another. David never would have expected it, but Jack’s hands fit with his own perfectly. Warm, wide hands that chased the cold from David each time. Just the right size to hold, to twine fingers together, to touch.

At least his hands were good for something after all; good for holding Jack Kelly.

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I was so right to be wtf was that

Im so scared for my Spotify Wrapped

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I am so sick and tired of pretending that Elf is a good movie

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Would it be insane to get a degree in zoology for the sole reason to maybe hug a penguin someday? Because a part of me is so seriously considering a career change

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I'm so sick of people saying "pineapple doesn't belong on pizza" as if pineapple pizza isn't literally alliterative like all good things are

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Someone said that modern Spot has mastered separating work and personal affairs and only one person knows both sides of him because they ran into him at the store and saw that he had a bunch of tattoos and piercings and was actually pretty punk but this person has been sworn to secrecy and I would like to take it a step further and say that one day Race visits him at work because he left his lunch or something and then gets to babbling about their date later that night but never says the word "date" and then leaves, and everyone in the office is like "who???" and Spot just says something like "oh that's just Racer" and when they ask more questions about who "Racer" is he just tells them he's "a physicist" or that they "live together" or he's someone Spot "met in college" and he never says a word about them literally being married.

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What am I thankful for this year? I'm thankful that this godforsaken holiday is only once a year and I can live my life with joy in it the other 364 days

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Im so scared for my Spotify Wrapped

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When the newises r mad at u for betraying them during the strike but ur just a chill guy who wants to go to santa fe

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I wish I could body swap with someone for a day so they could feel everything I felt and when we swapped back they could hand me a list of things that are normal and a list of things I should definitely see a doctor about

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Me about to leave the house: I know that the place I'm going to is loud and overwhelming and I'll probably get a headache, so I'll take this entire bottle of ibuprofen in my bag so I'm prepared for when that happens :)

Me later in the loud place with a pounding headache: the painnnnnn :( it's so baaaaaad :(( I wish there was something I could possibly do to help get rid of it :((( if only

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Hey Google is she flirting with me or is she just a girls girl