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spacepirateangels · 5 days
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spacepirateangels · 7 days
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it's kind of crazy climate change has occurred at such a remarkable pace that I and everyone else around my age can remember a completely different climate in our childhoods. I truly watched winter gradually disappear in my life.
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spacepirateangels · 11 days
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YOU hate JK Rowling!
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spacepirateangels · 13 days
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I would be a fool to not share some of the awesome work by @awkwardemons on TikTok
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spacepirateangels · 14 days
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Beware the Ides of March
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spacepirateangels · 14 days
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15th march on other sites is just like 'its mid march I guess??' but on Tumblr it's all 'hey remember when we all teamed up to murder a politician? We should do that again' as if we were all personally there to kill Caesar
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spacepirateangels · 18 days
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she took my empire of dirt in the divorce
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Hey, go play the Snufkin game.
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spacepirateangels · 18 days
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one of the most challenging skills i've had to learn as an adult is the art of figuring out whether i'm proportionally annoyed with someone or just tired and overstimulated and looking for reasons to be pissed off
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spacepirateangels · 21 days
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when I was 14 I worked in a grocery store and one day I got to bag Stephen King’s groceries and of course, being the little horror fiction nerd I am I was completely starstruck
I think he thought I was gonna ask for an autograph because I was not even lowkey staring I was full on moon-faced and bouncing and he kept looking over at me hesitantly like aw jeez kid fuck off
anyways I finally managed to squeak out that I was a huge fan and asked for advice on writing, “how do I write as well as you do?” in my horrible thick German accent and broken ass English and he gave me the best writing advice I have ever received
“shit kid, stop worrying about how other people do it and just write your story”
14 years later my wife and I nearly hit him with our car because he was jaywalking
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spacepirateangels · 21 days
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when I was 14 I worked in a grocery store and one day I got to bag Stephen King’s groceries and of course, being the little horror fiction nerd I am I was completely starstruck
I think he thought I was gonna ask for an autograph because I was not even lowkey staring I was full on moon-faced and bouncing and he kept looking over at me hesitantly like aw jeez kid fuck off
anyways I finally managed to squeak out that I was a huge fan and asked for advice on writing, “how do I write as well as you do?” in my horrible thick German accent and broken ass English and he gave me the best writing advice I have ever received
“shit kid, stop worrying about how other people do it and just write your story”
14 years later my wife and I nearly hit him with our car because he was jaywalking
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spacepirateangels · 26 days
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"the tenth doctor" this and "crowley" that it's about time people start talking about what's REALLY david tennant's best role😤😤😤😤😤😤 scrooge mcduck from ducktales
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“During depression the world disappears. Language itself. One has nothing to say. Nothing. No small talk, no anecdotes. Nothing can be risked on the board of talk. Because the inner voice is so urgent in its own discourse: How shall I live? How shall I manage in the future? Why should I go on? There is nothing ahead, my powers are failing, I am aging. I do not want to continue in the future as i see it. These and other more urgent things, the details of life…and so, on the little surface of life, these deeper questions being so preemptory, there is nothing to advance by way of conversation. One’s real state of mind is a source of shame. So one is necessarily silent about it, leaving nothing else for subject matter. Therefore, one listens, bullied by others’ talk, that very talk an invasion. Yet, one needs to have something said, something to fly across a restaurant table, even if it’s the interminable description of a conference one didn’t attend and cares nothing about. Since one’s field of interest is now very small. Oneself. In danger. The loss of language is so crucial, such a bereavement. Language does not really go away, it goes inward. Downward. Shriveling in the process, becoming repetitious, as when one facing great peril repeats the same protective formulas. Yet one mourns language, sociability, camaraderie, needing it now more than ever. And how necessary it becomes just as one observes its superficiality, the wavering of friends, the coldness of strangers, the essential uncaring of life itself, its monstrosity. And in the face of this evil—not even to have words to protect one from the vacuum. To grow mute as well as helpless.”
— Kate Millett, The Loony-Bin Trip (via madness-narrative)
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