tbjardinier
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Small penises aren’t bad, balding isn’t bad, being short isn’t bad, being fat isn’t bad. Physical traits are not signs of morality, and the sooner people stop mocking people for their bodies (yes, even when they’re bad) the better.
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The person who grew up expecting to be the “chosen one” learns that they are meant to destroy the world, not save it.
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I think adults need summer vacation. Like let's just close down all our jobs for three months and play outside. Please. I'm so tired.
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Rare pity, mercy and compassion of the giants called humanity
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Nice yard work! How is writing going? :)
Mean To Me!
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never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱
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good bones by maggie smith saturday . give it up for good bones by maggie smith saturday
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“Oh Rascal Children of Gaza” by Palestinian poet, Khaled Juma.
He was born and raised in Al-Shaboura Palestinian Refugee Camp, in the Gaza Strip. He lives there to this day. Before Israel’s latest war crimes, he worked as a school teacher and writer.
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who’s up thinking about after the threesome they both take you home by sue hyon bae i’m thinking about after the threesome they both take you home by sue hyon bae
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What's that poem about the cockroach and the moth where the cockroach is like "I wish I've ever wanted anything the way that moth wanted to burn itself up in that lantern" because we had to read that in high school and it still fucks me up to this day
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If I only knew the answer,
If I changed my way of living,
And if I pave my streets with good times
Will the mountain keep on giving?
And if all of our days are numbered -
Then why do I keep counting??
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