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hate an x reader fic do not put me in a situation

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Harrow

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When I was trying to write my tags on the last post, I attempted to copy-paste my special tag-friendly comma (‚) and it. It pasted an image of a spiral staircase? This wasn't on my clipboard. I've never seen this staircase before. What the fuck?

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jesties day out ✨🌂🧁

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rolling rolling rolling

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hike hike hike hike hike

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Monument valley & cores by qing ying

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it's so crazysauce how when you eat food you are less tired and less shaky and also in a better mood for the whole day!!!!!!

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There is a standard media depiction of a "healed" person. Someone who has Gone To Therapy. I've noticed this in a few works recently. We often see them at the end of a story, maybe in a "ten years later" epilogue. They speak in a soft, serene voice. They have Accepted what they cannot change. They have let go of a lot, including most of what we see them actually care about in the story itself. They are Happy, At Peace, in some non-descript way. They bare little resemble to the person we were actually shown. They bare little resemblance to any person. We were shown, as we usually are in stories, an agent, a desirer, someone becoming. Now they have Become. And they look back on all that silly becoming as something childish that they have moved past. Fire, you know, fire is for children who don't know any better. To be Healed is to have your fire rightly extinguished; to not even miss it.

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da girls are fighting

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Delicatessen counter, Sainsbury's, Arndale Centre, Wandsworth, 1971. From the Sainsbury Archive.

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Y’all don’t wanna die y’all need to get fingered real good

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The picture speaks for itself. This is the reality of humanitarian aid.

(Death Traps) please continue reading.

Armed soldiers surround us and deliberately shoot at us until we arrive so we can receive some food. Now they call these aid distribution centers humanitarian aid, but in reality they are not humanitarian. Children, women and men are being killed. We go there and cannot get any food. I went there today because we could not eat anything yesterday and I did not receive any donation that would allow me to buy some food. Unfortunately, I could not get anything today and we did not eat anything either. I appeal to you with my broken heart to extend a helping hand to me. Please help me by donating so I can buy food and so that we do not go to these death aids. Please, every donation from you saves my life and the life of my family. We deserve life because we love life. Please donate so that we do not go to death with our own feet. Please donate.

My Campaign vetted by @gazavetters in line (#681)

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that’s him. that’s the man that cursed m