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yesterday i had extra cash on me so i gave an unhoused guy a $20. it feels good to be a person and to be kind. happy i have things i can spare and share.

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Questions Americans should be asking this election year:

What is the electoral college?

Who is in the electoral college?

Where do they live?

Are their homes flammable?

Can we kill them?

How to dismantle the electoral college?

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forbidden whip-it

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It's kind of crazy how the symptom list for fibromyalgia and hypermobile EDS is... a circle?? I'm not even kidding.

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Quotes from phone calls with my best friend

Them: What's your GPA?

My auditory processing disordered ass: grade point average :3

Them: ...

Them: WHAT'S YOUR GPA?

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polyamory would not always fix the love triangle. sometimes it would make it much, much worse. but they should do it anyway

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I will be honest guys, the Red portrait of king Charles is gorgeous asdfghjkl

it's a bad portrait. Like. Objectively. It does the opposite of what's intended. It looks like the painter is insulting him. If it was in a contemporary gallery with no context you would see it immediately as the ambivalent criticism of Charles's reign, how he fades into the overwhelming red background as a tiny little figure, small and insignificant, insufficient for the clothes he's wearing. It reminds my of Goya's portraits, how they were so 'realistic' that they ended up making these great figures look pathetic to the viewer. So these are our rulers?

the sheer novelty. the surprise and shock, the kinda cunt it's serving for no reason. I. I love it. It's an incredible portrait by Jonathan Yeo. By the sheer fact that Charles, the man, is impossible to portray as greater than man because he's just such a nothingburger of a dude. So a portrait made to make him look huge and interesting made him be swallowed in red brushstrokes. The butterfly, that reminded me immediately of " we will all laugh at guilded butterflies", draws more attention than him. It looks like an omen. It looks like a warning in all this red. Something is not right here.

This is the best royal portrait ever 10/10

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You know what? I don't want to change my VPN every six months cause it was caught selling information. I don't want to go deep into the settings of every website I so much as look at. I don't want my internet browsing to be a constant leap through hoops so that companies can't do things which should be illegal anyway. I want privacy to be the default and for it to be difficult to take it away, not the other way around. Is that too much to ask?

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my phone shall henceforth be known as the brick of imprisoning

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an addition from my partner: egodeath orange.

no more of this "neon" nonsense. hot green. sexy blue. tantalizing yellow. jarring red.

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no more of this "neon" nonsense. hot green. sexy blue. tantalizing yellow. jarring red.

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Hey you know that thing you're good at? That thing you think makes you valuable? The way you are, or the thing you do, etc?

You can be and deserve to be and will be loved and cherished even without it.

You're not worthwhile because you help, or you are good at making your art, or your skills at your job. You're worthwhile inherently, as a person, even without all that.

And I want you to internalize that because otherwise there might come a day where you can't do The Thing You Think Makes You Valuable. You'll get sick and can't draw, you'll burn out and can't do your job, you'll be emotionally unable to do your regular helpfulness for whatever reason, and you'll start to feel like you have no worth anymore.

But that's not true. You have worth, you deserve comfort and companionship and happiness, and that's not a conditional thing. You deserve that, even if you can't be Useful and Productive and all that shit.

It's an easy trap to fall into to justify yourself as "well, at least I help/make art/work hard" and have that be entirely too much of your self-esteem. Being proud of your work is fine. Being proud of yourself solely through your productivity is not, because you're making it conditional. And conditional on something that can change for reasons completely outside your control!

You gotta stop thinking about it like you gotta justify the space you take up on the planet. It's great if all those things make you happy: just make sure they're not the only things that make you feel like you are justifying your existence, or you'll crater if they get taken away.

You are lovable and likable and you have value as a person and a member of society, even if you never can be productive again. You are enough.

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An open love letter to my lover:

We've spent almost two years taking care of each other in our own varied patchwork ways. When I was too sick to drive, you picked me up and dropped me off every day. I made sure you went to bed on time and I kept your home clean. You let me stay at your place whenever I needed because my ex was making things intolerable at mine. And I helped you with emotional regulation and developing healthier communication skills. All despite us barely knowing each other.

And yet, I know we weren't happy together until about a year into our relationship. You began to begrudge helping me, and I began to begrudge helping you. We didn't see each other as lifting equal weight and both felt owed in some way. In spite of all the ways we were good for each other, we were really bad for each other. It was frustrating that I couldn't say or do much without you breaking down. A life on eggshells is uncomfortable. And it was hard for us both that I have a tendency to be cold and distant and critical. Many times, your feelings came out because I was an asshole. I'm sorry.

I don't even know how we made it out of that. All I know is that we saved each other in the same way we were slowly killing each other. We got tired of being miserable together but knew we couldn't make it on our own. One day it sunk in for me - I realized if I wanted love from you, I just had to start giving you mine again. We were more than what we could do for each other.

Instead of spending my nights sleepless and studying, I could come to bed early again and rub your back. I could make you feel loved. I could make you feel safe. I could make myself work to become a better, kinder person. I could learn how to talk to you about my feelings in a constructive way instead of shutting down or being afraid of upsetting you. I could become a selfless giver and not count the deeds or amounts. And I think that that changed you, changed us. You really did match my energy and love me back.

I didn't expect that to save us. It was a shot in the dark. Two disabled young adults, neither of us could realistically leave the other and be on our own again. I'm glad I put in the work to become a better partner.

For whatever it's worth, I understand now why my parents wouldn't leave each other after so many abusive and miserable years together. Sometimes you just can't figure out a way to leave when you rely on each other for so much.

We're only different from them because we chose not to be miserable together. I'm so glad to be on your team, and I'm happy to be breaking generational curses with you.

I love you.

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<3 lmao

Your daily dose of cat memes

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tears streaming down my face as i block all the p//n bots and go back to having two (2) followers

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just heard abt the thoughtpill shortage... sorry to all eighty high-definitioners... ):