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Neither of them are handling the divorce well tbh.

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Whatever, I hope your male fave marries a woman

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my new favorite character

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i am going to *remembers suicide jokes are detrimental to my mental health and relationships* make it through this year if it kills me

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I like boobs!

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This is the only tiktok you’ll ever need, I’ve made about 13 of these and I’m not stopping anytime soon

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oh we are SO back

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Vermouth come back please we miss you 😭 (WIP)

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if you're trying to get into the head of your story's antagonist, try writing an "Am I the Asshole" reddit post from their perspective, explaining their problems and their plans for solving them. Let the voice and logic come through.

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Warsan Shire, from "For Women Who Are Difficult to Love"

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i havent seen anyone mention no nut november even as a joke or to mock the concept. its just out of question rn. no time for that. everyones like yeahh well at least i can still get a nut off nobody can take that away from me

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Neither of them are handling the divorce well tbh.

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One of life’s great pleasures is letting your face completely drop to dead apathy after having to fake cheerful friendliness for some fuckass job

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—Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Marcel Proust, from The Complete Works; “Remembrance of Things Past,”

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Else Fitzgerald, from "Everything Feels Like the End of The World," publ. in 2022

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I know (well, I know now) that my inability to date like a normal person is very likely down at least in part to the ADHD, and armed with that knowledge I am using my not inconsiderable intelligence (heretofore the reason the ADHD was not detected) to try and be a little less awkward in affairs of the heart. It's like job interviews, if I can get past the resume-reading system I can usually ace the interviews. I am clinically diagnosed as very charming! I do my best not to be a creep!

And I know that the person I'm chatting with in this dating app, having accepted the resume as it were, is making increasingly unsubtle sexual overtures. That's not even unwelcome in this case. Thank you for persevering in the face of my initial obliviousness. It's been a while and this is a nice ego boost.

But we started out talking about a date at an art museum and while I am in fact adept at sexting, I am much better at discussing Magritte's artistic influences and Chagall's use of light, and what they might like to see when we go to the museum. I want to know what they like! You know....in the Modern Wing.

None of which is getting either of us laid, but sex is better when you've recently seen Paris Street, Rainy Day by Gustave Caillebotte, it just is. You're so hot I want to see your face when I show you Brancusi's Two Penguins! You don't even have to buy me dinner first, you just have to put up with the worst wingman ever: Pablo Picasso.

Why am I like this.