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adulthood is like dog training but you are both the dog and the trainer and also it doesn’t work and is bad

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hope is all we have

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What is the MAIN reason you keep your fingernails the length you do?

what suits my hobby

whats best for work

what looks best/aesthetic reasons

hygiene

sensory issues

convenience

bad habits (picking/biting nails)

something else

my nail length varies too much to answer this

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the color pink has always been there 4 me

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hayyy tumblr crew

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Friends！

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a yona for my bestieee @crimsoncitrus :3

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i need to become an incredibly famous author or singer or shitty twitch streamer or something solely so i can shill for orv. literally just so i can get on talk shows and podcasts and whatever else famous people do and go oh yes my career very interesting. anyway. have you heard of this novel called Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint. my lifes calling is in fact to influence as many people to read this book as possible and i think this is a solid plan here

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shuckle dance

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horses in the field this evening (they go out at night) (the horses) make a comment to my brother as we pull in to the barn (we live there) (with the horses) "what if the horses are eating the grave dirt" (one of the horses died this morning) (old as hell they found him in the field like that) (buried him where he lay) going up the drive see the horses in the field all of them (eight geldings) standing on the dirt (grave dirt) gathered around heads down as if to graze (a holy communion) (do they know he's there where they left him this morning?) and they are EATING. the DIRT. from the grave of a horse (his name was oliver) because they are horses and that is what horses know to do with a pile of dirt (they eat it) and they look up as we approach (for a photo because this is funny as hell) licking their lips of the dirt of the tomb and i take a picture but it comes out fuzzy and strange with a double image in red of their great big bodies (chestnuts and bays) (the color of dirt) and thats how i took a picture of the ghost of a horse

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This is not for you.

This is a post aimed at me and other people who constantly fall into guilt spirals over all the things they can’t do, and feel they should somehow magically be able to do anyway.

For me, and for the others, this is a gentle reminder:

- Posts asking for monetary donations are speaking to people who have money. Not your broke ass, still worrying how to buy food next month.

- Posts asking you to care about [extreme injustice of the day] are speaking to people who have energy to care. Not you, hanging onto your sanity by the fingernails. 

And, most importantly: posts telling you that you are horrible/cheap/awful/rude/unworthy/unlikable if you don’t pay/reblog/signal boost/care? Those posts can fucking die in a fire.

TL;DR: Posts asking for shit you are not physically or mentally able to give? 

THOSE POSTS ARE NOT FOR YOU. 

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How often do you guys think about that his name is a pun on "silence"?

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twinsies

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Back when i worked i spent 8 hours packaging chicken skewers and the first day i was so exhausted that i couldn't stop shaking and whenever i closed my eyes to sleep i kept seeing chicken skewers and i couldn't get the smell out of my clothes so i did my best to picture images of The Beatles instesd but they kept fading & turned into chicken skewers like in some horrible nightmare and i was miserable