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sipping on drinks you can’t pronounce in bars you’ve never heard of
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Everyone obsessed with Twitter is a terminally online culture war victim trying to forge a media career and addicted to spiking their own cortisol and they need to get a real job and integrate into society. Sooo glad that I meanwhile am unemployed in a chic way and spend all my time on Tumblr which denotes a refined, even aristocratic sensibility and a noble commitment to upholding a vanishing way of life in an uncomprehending world
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it is a truth universally acknowledged that having fun isn't hard when you've got a library card
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Man, I almost drank myself to death yesterday, I can't even remember my name, if only there was someone that could help me.
The the trustworthy and saint-like lieutenant:
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i must not feel cold in my little butch bait outfit. feeling cold in my little butch bait outfit is the mind killer. feeling cold in my little butch bait outfit is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the cold. i will permit it to pass over me and through me. and when it has gone past, i will turn the inner eye to see its path. where the cold has gone there will be nothing. only me and my little butch bait outfit will remain
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No new years day will be like waking up to hollyweed on January 1, 2017
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because I was thinking about this again, here's a little collection of blaseball screenshots without context.
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your loudest barista should shout out the names. do not give this task to your quietest barista who breathes out the names like morning dew gracing the leaves
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