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WOMEN!!!!!!!!…….. FUCK I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!……

MEN CAN GO EAT SHIT AND DIE!!!!!!!……………

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Update: She offered the name Brian. Usually I’d be like “I dunno if I like the sound of it too much” but she had her reasons so I was willing to hear her out

1. It keeps the B initial of my original middle name which she wanted because she has a middle initial B and wanted it to match when I was born

2. My uncle’s name was supposed to be Brian but was changed because of some fucked up family lore that I can’t remember but it was sad that it was changed so she said it could be like an homage to him

So like, I’m thinking it’s a good idea?

The one thing my mom doesn’t like about me being trans is my middle name so I’m letting her choose for me. When I told her that she was like “Really?!?!” in like a high pitched excited way so yes. Yes you can choose mom I love you.

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They burnnid my subway samdich :(

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I nesd a sweer trea tso baf

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I love my family UGH!

Thanks to my uncle I get to go to prom this year everyone thank the local bear population for making this happen

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Do ice cream brands have the rights to use actual oreos in their Cookies and Cream ice cream or it just off brand??? Like there’s no way they can use oreos right? I dunno, but I need Donald Trump to die.

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Having a genuine heartfelt conversation with the guy I talk about in my vent posts about what happened really healed something in me. Crazy, talking about your feelings helps, I know. But he acknowledged he was in the wrong and told me I could do better while then giving me advice on how to open up more about things instead of letting it fester (like I did our entire relationship yikes). Love to see it, thanks homie

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How do I ask my friend for weed without sounding like a fucking nerd?

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finally a man just as done with everyone else as he should be

The definitive Fitzwilliam Darcy eyeroll gif set. In chronological order.

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You ever see a woman so pretty you start crying? Or just me?

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Me: Damn, I need to fix something. Do we have any liquid glue?

My brain immediately:

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I really like Million Dollar House

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“All AI is bad!!!!” I beg to differ…

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*Insert blood curdling scream followed by sobbing into a pillow so violently that my face is wet with tears and spit because I heard his voice for the first time in forever. Even though it was an old voice message from a few years ago when he was yelling at me for being a retard (it was a joke I guess).*

I don’t care all that much really, we were only together for a couple months. It didn’t affect me that badly.

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How to Become a Political Activist

Wake up on a Tuesday in a gooey sweat, eyes burning from not enough sleep.

Doomscroll for 35 minutes instead of getting out of bed. Let the dogs whine beside you.

Post to Facebook: “I can’t take it anymore. “The American public is asleep.” Check back obsessively to see who’s liked it.

Coffee in hand, walk the dogs through the neighborhood park. Scold yourself for not doing enough. Ask if doing anything even matters. Then ask what you should be doing.

Read a news alert about the gutting of yet another federal agency. Swear loudly into the void. Wonder how we got here, and how much worse it can get.

Decide, then and there, to do something. Even if it’s small.

Sign up for a Zoom call with a local advocacy group. Listen as speaker after speaker denounces the administration in increasingly blunt terms. Feel the first tingle of hope. Let it linger.

Join more calls. Listen, but don’t speak. Feel slightly less alone.

Start researching. Dig into the history of broken systems and the context they were built in. Read the news—but only from sources you trust. Don’t look away when it gets overwhelming.

Talk to friends, family, coworkers, and acquaintances, even when the conversations turn infuriating. Tell them they should be talking about this too.

Meet former colleagues for drinks—ones who’ve been laid off or ground down. Let the anger rise as they describe their new realities. Tell them you’re doing something—and that they can, too.

Before your first protest, scrounge up a piece of sturdy cardboard. Rummage through junk drawers for the Sharpie you lost months ago. Write a mediocre slogan.

Show up. Meet fellow protesters. Hear their stories. Realize your own reasons go back to your ancestors—some of whom were killed in Nazi Germany. Remember your grandmother’s mantra: “Never again.”

Spend your free time denouncing the administration to anyone who’ll listen. Smoke weed some nights because it’s the only thing that takes the edge off. Wonder if you’re smoking too much.

Keep going. Attend more protests. Notice the crowds are growing. That helps. Expand your network: friends of friends of friends.

Eat chips and salsa for dinner. Stress-eat ice cream that makes your stomach hurt.

Watch as more federal workers are fired. Watch as the president calls journalists and judges “radical lunatics” on social media. Watch funding for food stamps, scientific research, cancer research, and green energy disappear. Watch humanitarian and development aid dry up. Watch universities threatened and DEIA erased, along with Black history. Watch the Department of Education dissolve. Watch public figures bullied into silence. Watch a body of water renamed in the president’s image.

Silently suffer as wildfires rage, tornadoes demolish communities, and human rights erode in real time. Agonize over the fact that democracy is faltering—not just here, but everywhere.

Ask yourself why it’s so damn quiet.

Decide you must do more. Realize the most powerful thing you can offer is your voice.

Start a blog.

Write a post.

Wonder if you’re actually making a difference. Or just screaming into the algorithm. Do it anyway.

Call it an act of resistance.

Repeat, until they can’t ignore you.

Source: How to Become a Political Activist