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1st-n-front · 4 months ago
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Harris-Walz 2024. LET’S F’N GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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reality-detective · 4 months ago
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The "Unburdened by what has been" 😂
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krskrash · 5 months ago
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grits-galraisedinthesouth · 3 months ago
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Our favorite Baggage Claim is HERE to share FACTS.
Wake Up America!
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redinkquill · 4 months ago
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Why shouldn’t I step down
Hand off the crown?
It has become burdensome to me
I’ve had to keep my back free
Knives and lies
Spun up from beyond the skies
I’ve obviously overstayed my welcome
I see, from all the spewing venom
Besides, the spot is craved
So I caved
Sue me
I’m free
My reign has ended
Taken up by another gender
May their matriarchy be blessed
I’m now free from all the stress
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weather-phenomenon · 10 months ago
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WITH YOUR FINGERS IN MY MOUTH I FAIL TO SEE YOUR FAULTS SO PLEASE DON'T LET ME FALL
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peasunflower · 1 year ago
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Beige (Unburdened) by Yoke Lore
I love the word unburdened. It somehow explains a state that's otherwise inexplicable. A state so foreign to us. Yet so potent in our dreams. A state so tender, so soft, so innate yet so far.
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maxgrade · 8 days ago
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We Are Unburdened By What Has Been T-Shirt
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renegadetalk-fm · 19 days ago
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And now we want to know what else you want to burden us with before you exit stage left. All hail to the uncrowned queen. 
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amprosite · 2 months ago
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howifeltabouthim · 3 months ago
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He did not stop to breathe, to explain. He just cried in a way that was difficult to witness, an unraveling of a story he had held inside so tightly and for so long.
Chris Whitaker, from All the Colors of the Dark
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1st-n-front · 4 months ago
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I mean just look at the guy. Harris-Walz 24 🇺🇸 🥥 🌴
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benlightside · 3 months ago
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I'm walking outside in the rain, enjoying the melancholic atmosphere. My mind feels clear and unburdened. I wish I could stay in this state forever.
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Ich spaziere draußen durch den Regen. Genieße die melancholische Atmosphäre. Mein Geist fühlt sich klar und befreit an. Ich wünsche, ich könnte ewig in diesem Zustand verweilen.
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grits-galraisedinthesouth · 25 days ago
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Trump's "Dance Party with Beyoncé" goes viral💃
The cat lady is my favorite!
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Rita Panahi 'Lefties Losing It'
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tonyjwash · 3 months ago
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Your Happy Place...
This world can be a confusing place at times. Unlike the past, there are endless distractions all clamoring for our time and attention. We have the world at our fingertips with just a few strokes on the keyboard. We have unparalleled access to information and with that information comes a litany of requirements; things we must accomplish; actions we must take in order for everything to be okay.…
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blessmeultima00 · 10 months ago
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Bathed in the dappled sunlight that streamed through the verdant canopy above, there walked a woman with a laugh that echoed like a melody through the old, wise trees. Her hair, cascading in tawny waves, caught the rays of the golden hour, encircling her with a halo of warmth. The glint of youth and the irrepressible zest for life danced in her eyes, which seemed to sparkle with the secrets of the forest.
Her attire spoke of simplicity, a sleeveless top and the strap of a bag slung carefree across her chest, suggesting an explorer's heart beating within. Every step she took along the trodden path reverberated with her love for the untamed wilderness. The gentle curve of her mouth, in an easy smile, displayed a spirit unburdened and free, as if she had unlocked the joy that so many seek but seldom find.
She moved with an aura of ease, untroubled by the constraints of a clock, the mistress of her own time in this secluded slice of paradise. One might imagine her laughter trickling into the babbling brook nearby or her serene gaze capturing the essence of the woods, whispering her story to the rustling leaves.
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