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just spent 15 hours working on a project now i have t-5.5 hours to study for my final at 8am

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i hate to admit this but i think if i were in a bad mood and spongebob were around i wouldnt be able to navigate that situation with the patience or grace it demands. and i worry he would blame himself

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have decided to abandon my grades in favor of dedicating myself to crashing out full time

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when people become just somebody you used to know

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just saw something that pissed me off so bad i actually fear i may have to explode everything in this world and everyone with it. sorry if you're getting caught in the crossfire

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(we tried) we said we'd keep in touch | 6.9k

On the twelfth day of Christmas, the universe gave Evan Buckley twelve gingerbread men, eleven blueberry muffins (dropped one), ten scones, nine fruit pies, eight burns on his hands, seven stitches in the cut above his eyebrow, six oatmeal cookies, five loaf cakes, four nameless hook-ups in seedy bars, three strikes from Bobby, two best friends in Texas and one pregnant sister kidnapped by a maniacal serial killer.

All that to say—Buck isn't much feeling the festive spirit this year.

And everybody must be able to read the bah humbug on his face because Bobby somehow manages to wrangle them a day off on Christmas. Maddie offers to host at her house just so long as Bobby is in charge of the turkey—Chimney keeps talking about a deep fryer. Hen says her and Karen will be in charge of drinks, and even Grinch Buckley salivates at the phantom smell of the Wilsons' mulled wine and spiced cider.

Then, they all turn to him, and Buck is already making a list of the ingredients he'll need for a Yule log and a gingerbread house and those weird spiced German cookies that Buck can't pronounce and Eddie swears he hates but secretly sucks  down like a lab rat with cocaine. But—

Christopher is eight-hundred miles away making a gingerbread house of his own, maybe with Eddie, maybe with his grandparents. And no one will make them a chocolate Yule cake even though it's their absolute favourite, and Buck swears he got drunk off Eddie and Christopher's delighted faces when he'd unveiled his first homemade attempt at the station their second Christmas together. Or someone will make it, but they'll make it wrong. Frosting too sweet, not enough powdered sugar to make it look like a blizzard had passed through. They'll forget to chop the end off at an angle to make a little branch. And they won't make a little marzipan robin that Christopher won't let anyone eat because it's too cute.

Buck shakes his head like an etch-a-sketch. Erases everything but that yawning grief that seems to tear soul open just a little wider every day, so that the loneliness can flood in. He asks how everyone feels about trifle, sugar cookies, tiramisu. And it's fine.

Everything is fine.

(OR: buck is feeling very bah humbug, but he gets his christmas miracle even if it's a day late)

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I really do want to stop being a miserable bitch but my wisdom teeth are starting to hurt and my neck still hurts in a very specific spot which makes me think I actually did get whiplash and its still not healed and my prof refusing to reopen those two 6 point weekly quizzes has dropped my grade down to an A- from a 95 and I'm a lesbian. none of which is conducive to me not feeling like a miserable bitch any time soon

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always appreciate when scary shit happens and I realize I'm not the freeze of fight flight freeze

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asked my prof to please reopen the couple assignments this week that I missed because I was sick (and also trying to study for two exams) (these are weekly 2-6 points assignments that go with every week's lecture, not some big project) and he told me he won't because they've been open since thanksgiving and it's my responsibility to ask for extentions...listen here you fucking cunt I have 19 credits and a job you think I'm gonna be working on your class lecture content THREE WEEKS in advance or thinking about how I need to email your nasty ass while my brain feels like it's boiling. CHOKE

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Hey even though the Defense spending bill that removes trans health care from TriCare is expected to pass the Senate, we should make noise about it anyway. Don't get complacent.

I made it easy to send a letter to your Senators, if you're in the US and not up for calling:

Feel free to use this wording as a basis for a script if you do call.

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I just love sleep so much ……. like u just close ur eyes and ur gone bitch ………… brain logged the fuck off ……… powerful

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felt like my vision was going blurry in one eye and I was like here we go I have a brain bleed it's pushing on the nerves it's too late I have 30 seconds

anyways yeah my glasses lens was greasy

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you guys made luigi mangione trend for days and I need to see the same energy for brianna boston. she is a 43 year old mother of three who ended a phone call with blue cross blue shield (after being denied a claim) “delay deny depose, you’re next” and is now being held under a 100,000$ bond and could face FIFTEEN years of prison if charged. she has no weapons, her record is clean, and yet she is being held behind bars. they are afraid of the public and are trying to subdue. do not let them!!!! say her name!!! be outraged that our freedom of speech is being threatened!!!!! deny defend depose! free brianna boston!

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those were like 3 posts apart on my dash and reblogged by different people. amazing

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those were like 3 posts apart on my dash and reblogged by different people. amazing