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m4ycrowave · 1 year

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE EGGS POSSIBLY DIE IN 6 DAYS??

But hey!

Look they can use diamonds now!

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I'm not ok.

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #NO #THIS ISN'T TRUE #AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

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endreal · 5 months

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Everyone in the world deserves to be given grace freely, except for me (who has to earn it)

#This isn't true #but I've had to confront this self-lie face-to-face at least 3 separate times today in very hard-feeling ways

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biomic · 17 days

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chasshiro thinks jou is secretly the joker

#this isn't true #kendrix morgan died for our sins #super sentai for ts #boonboomger posting #boonboomger spoilers//

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omegawizardposting · 9 months

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makes all of my ships small fem bottom/big masc top specifically to piss you off

#this isn't true #i have plenty of like #super average bottoms and tops #who aren't hyper masc or fem #tall bottoms and short tops #etc.#the discourse is so fucking annoying tho #people like what they like man #leave them alone

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beyondglass · 2 years

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I really loved that this episode showed hunter drinking hot cocoa in a bad girl coven shirt while king just played catch with his real actual father and it was super wholesome and that was all that happened the entire episode

#the owl house #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #this isn't true #I'm lying #none of that happened #boy howdy i wish it did though

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peskypescatarian · 1 year

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told my boyfriend i wanted a website to set up my portfolio and asked him if we could sit down one day and do it together and he sent me this

he is the most interesting part of my life

#this isn't true #i'm more interesting #he did make the website though #sorry im losing it

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masked-matador · 1 year

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hey youre so fucking poggers. youre epic and im happy to be your friend. youre amazing and i will fight anyone who says otherwise. best theatre kid ever. pog. great. :D

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#this isn't true #I am not

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annleigh · 1 year

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reminder that riley is the president’s daughter and kate owns a private jet

#this isn't true

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tsunflowers · 2 years

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decker will be good if it never makes me want to write a post about it longer than a paragraph bc I only do that when I'm mad

#this isn't true

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elliegoose · 5 months

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go develop a new fetish or two and then maybe you'll calm down

#this post isn't about anything it's just a true statement #elise.rtf

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foone · 1 month

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I hear California wants to drop gender markers from photo IDs but due to federal laws they have to have something, so their brilliant idea is that they'll still have the "Gender: " field but you can put any letter there.

So if you want M/F for the legacy genders, you can, but you can also do X for non-binary, or any other (latin) letter.

like "Gender: K" or "Gender: Q" or "Gender: V"

#sadly this isn't true #trans shitposting

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distantsonata · 8 months

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I need to gif some more DB but... I need more storage for it and other anime I wanna gif. maybe here soon I'll be able to. I might be free two days a week and I might spend those once a month just giffing the fuck out of things once I buy some external storage for things like DB and SNK n' stuff, and I might just add my gifs to queue or something. there's some stuff I can just gif off of netflix (like Edgerunners which does fine I guess) but most things aren't on decent streaming services... which I own. idk. when I rip things off of stuff like anime dot to it doesn't look as good / do as well

#blog #you know #thinking on it #this isn't true #it's the material & effort that matters #it doesn't matter where you rip it or how #... I guess I could just ... ... not download db?#fuck. no. lame

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inkskinned · 7 months

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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

#writeblr #warm up #this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru #but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist #ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work #part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just #like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r #ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week #this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism #imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY #''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''

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stuckinapril · 3 months

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don't stress about that opportunity that fell through or that friend you lost or that thing you really want to happen but isn't. as long as you keep your chin up and try try try again, better things will replace your losses. i'm looking at my life rn and actually marveling at how every single thing i stressed about, whether it be an opportunity or a person, got supplanted w another thing that is so much better. it really is true that loss makes space for better things. these days i don't get sad when something doesn't work out. i get excited that i'm now open to so many other possibilities out there, so long as i actively seek them. you never lack. you just transition.

#operating from an abundance mindset is changing my life truly #i used to fight to convince myself of it but now that i see it happening in real time? it's so true and i'm soothed by it #this isn't even coming from a manifestation or religious angle bc i'm neither of those things #i just believe that a good attitude and strong work ethic can get you places if you don't let failure stop you #and don't allow the noise (other people's opinions) to weigh you down #text

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maeamian · 10 months

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This may just be the autism speaking, but I fucking hate when customer surveys ask me 'how likely are you to recommend this or that to a friend' because they are lying about what they're asking. I am 0% likely to recommend almost any product to any friend and especially not by brand if at all possible, but what they want to know is 'did you have a decent experience with the thing' and that's a whole other fucking question if you want that answered fucking ask that. Except if I answer the question they're asking instead of the secret question, they yell at their employees on my behalf which I never wanted either. Terrible system, would not recommend it to a friend.

#This isn't completely true I recommend books and games and the like to friends all the time #but they're never the ones sending me these fucking emails

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starlight-bread-blog · 2 months

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"Zuko would take a lightning for anyone–"

But it was Katara that he chose to invite.