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trying to settle a debate with someone here. to be clear, this is not about which you spend more time DOING, it's which you spend more time thinking about when you're not doing it

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I'm definitely the kind of white person who would buy a haunted house and get my ass killed by a ghost or perhaps ghoul of some sort. I see videos online of people being like "come with me in a day of fixing up my dilapitated victorian home! 😊" and every time without fail I'm like "man :( i wish that was me :("

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learning that 1. there's a thing called the 'gen z stare' 2. it pisses people off and 3. it's just underpaid service workers staring at someone until they follow a simple instruction, has been interesting.

for example, the card reader says 'remove card' the customer goes 'it says remove card, what do i do?' then some underpaid 20 year old just stares at whatever twat just asked that question. apparently that's devastating for baby boomers and gen x'ers, and they're complaining about it. retail workers should be allowed to jump the counter and kill customers

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HEY that's MY emotional support morally ambiguous misunderstood full of trauma touch starved yearning for love drenched in blood responsible for numerous atrocities comfort character who is TRYING & u will TREAT them with RESPECT

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i think community radio should be the only kind of radio that's allowed. dj this morning was back announcing the songs he'd just played and said "and then we had mykonos by fleet foxes, one of hunter biden's crack smoking songs" and then went on a 7 minute tangent about how good a hunter biden podcast would be. you just aren't getting that on commercial radio

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*giant wind gust outside*

Me: “Don’t say it.”

My Brain:

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We shouldn’t pretend this behaviour isn’t anything other than utterly demented.

Source.

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gay as hell to be a robin. “i’m the boy wonder!” yeah i bet you wonder about boys.

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at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you

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I think when you correctly identify a trauma that is the base of a woe of yours it should just disappear. It should be like "aaahh. you got me" and vanish and leave 100 dollars behind

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i went to "mad at me" island expecting to find people i knew, something i understood. but when my boat landed, standing upon the shore were a million empty husks wearing my own face. every foot of the island was occupied, and everywhere i went, they watched me with contempt. they never spoke, never breathed. they simply watched. no matter how i grovelled and begged, snarled and cursed, tried to hide or kicked and hit, they simply stared. the hatred in their gaze was inescapable, but i could hardly return it, knowing that their doomed existence was of my own creation. knowing that the hatred was nobody's but my own. in the end i just wept, unable to stand the relentless gaze of my own infinite glare.

the guy who i accidentally cut off in traffic last week was there also

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the world is cruel; therefore I won't be.

@/chenchenwrites. // unknown. // @/revolutionariess. // Andrew Boyd. // @/daigah. // @/factumnihil, @/peculiar-persephone, @/tlitookilkakin. // Richard Siken. // I know It's Over, The Smiths. // Unknown. // @/Zenoswol

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“characters in fic are too good at identifying scents” is officially an “his eyes did not literally darken” level of complaint to me now like it’s about the drama it’s about the romance it’s about atmosphere it’s about taking you to a heightened version of reality!!! please suspend your disbelief at least enough for vibes-based sensory descriptions it will be So Worth It i promise