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oh but you gotta understand them only now it's worth worrying about, this was just an endemic disease that affects a small and unimportant population, it only affects the entirety of latin america, africa, south and southeast asia, china, the pacifi
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90sbee · 1 hour
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they should make a pill that makes people in their 20s feel good about where their lives are going
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they should make a pill that makes people in their 20s feel good about where their lives are going
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they should make a pill that makes people in their 20s feel good about where their lives are going
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90sbee · 1 hour
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Well i Love you if that helps
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Whatever the case, feel free to write long-winded explanations in the tags, I WILL read them!
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90sbee · 1 hour
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me when i get older and get more life experience but i never decipher if i'm actually attracted to men cos none of that life experience includes dating men cos i don't wanna lead on anyone if i'm not sure i'd like him and i can't never tell if i get nervous when a dude approaches me due to actual attraction or the fact that it's just new to me and also i can indeed recognise when a guy is attractive but i can't never tell if i want that around me romantically/sexually or not and and and
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90sbee · 2 hours
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I trained you well... Leon.
That you did, Major. That you did.
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90sbee · 2 hours
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As a wheelchair user I'm trying to reframe my language for "being in the way."
"I'm in the way," "I can't fit," and "I can't go there," is becoming "there's not enough space," "the walkway is too narrow," and "that place isn't accessible."
It's a small change, but to me it feels as if I'm redirecting blame from myself to the people that made these places inaccessible in the first place. I don't want people to just think that they're helping me, I want them to think that they're making up for someone else's wrongdoing. I want them to remember every time I've needed help as something someone else caused.
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90sbee · 2 hours
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The X Files Shadows | 1.06
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90sbee · 2 hours
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Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle Vincent van Gogh, Garden at Arles (1888)
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90sbee · 5 hours
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90sbee · 10 hours
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nothing makes me go "ooooh we are NOT the same" quite like reading some post about how people talk with their parents about their interests. what do you mean you told your father about stevebucky. what do you mean he asked further questions
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90sbee · 10 hours
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staying up late for no reason is just bonding time with my loneliness
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90sbee · 10 hours
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Haunted every day by the fact that there isn’t enough time in a lifetime to read every book & learn every language & travel every city & take up every hobby & dig into every subject & be 78 different occupations at once. How will a girl like me ever deal
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90sbee · 10 hours
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You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.
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90sbee · 17 hours
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