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First time I actually (kind of) agreed with the juries...

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Ok, but it definitely feels odd that we're getting points? Like, us Germans were so comfortable in our last place with UK right next to hs

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Ok something is rigged, Germany already has 7 points? Can't be...

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ngl I'd vote for her. Can we?

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What in the Jojo Siwa is this dance?

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"tumblr is so cozy and nice compared to reddit" okay everyone, i know we are excited to have new people, but lets not pretend this website is without its rich history of frivolous death threats,

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birds have truly mastered feathers like what do you Mean they can be shiny. how fucking cool is that

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Sometimes twitter be hitting

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Oh okay so it's good then

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Reblogging things I like feels a lot more goblinesque than upvoting ever did. The upvotes felt like "hmm yes, I approve *golf claps*" while reblogging feels like furtively staring at something before shoving it in your mouth and scurrying back underneath the nearest piece of furniture.

Which isn't to say that I don't like it. But I definitely find myself going "maybe I shouldn't reblog this because I've already reblogged a bunch of things today and I don't want to look like I don't have a life," I say as I close the app and reopen it like one of those little automatic box toys with the switches.

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im putting a fruit sticker on you. im sprinkling blades of grass on you. im offering wedges of my tangerine to you. etc.

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More examples of the WORST mansplaining here.

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You never see good camouflage.

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Employees of Ecology and Environment, Inc. play volleyball at a training course in Atlanta. The game helps them get used to the cumbersome garments, worn in the cleanup of toxic waste.

National Geographic, April 1983