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Aviation investigation channels: this crash happened because the captain forgot to set the trim and didn't follow his pre-flight checklist or maintain proper altitude
Shipwreck investigation channels: the clouds were in the shape of a dog on the day of the sinking which was a terrible omen, the captain stepped out of the latrine with his left foot first, putting a curse on the ship.
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hey um this is double-plus ungood
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extremely fucked up that one of the symptoms of adhd is forgetfulness and difficulty sticking to habits and schedules and one of the best ways to alleviate those symptoms is by remembering to take a pill every morning at the same time
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the astronaut who took this photo during the Apollo 8 mission died friday at the age of 90 after crashing the plane he was piloting into the water off San Juan Islands btw
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asexuals are queer pass it on
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passively scrolling animal/plant/fungi ID subreddits for 9,537 hours will have you identifying organisms and not knowing how. i'll just be like carpet beetle inky cap northern flicker no i don't know how to tell
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weird anti ideology finally leaking out into the mainstream
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Sorry I just saw Firefly and SW's height difference
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afternoon nap 🍰☕
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In 1970, my mother's family adopted an intellectually disabled man named Horace. Horace was 56, and had been in an institution since 1921.
My uncle, who was 19, was working as an orderly at the institution where Horace lived. He only stayed a few months as the abuse he witnessed was too much for him. He had become friends with Horace and told him "I'll come back for you."
Horace replied "They all say that."
By that Christmas, Horace lived with my uncle and his family. My grandparents did the official adoption. Horace had never seen a Christmas tree, and that was his first real Christmas.
Horace died in 2010, at the age of 96. He laid down for a nap and just slipped away.
At least two generations of children grew up with him. He felt immortal to us. He loved Hot Wheels, pizza, cartoons and to talk to the portrait of my grandparents as he sat in his rocking chair.
He knew everyone's birthday. He loved unconditionally.
He had scars on his back from the institutions. If you asked him about that place, his face would screw up and he'd say "oh, it was a bad place. Bad place."
And for 40 years, he was safe, loved, and happy. He loved us in return.
No point to sharing this. But I still miss his laugh as he held a conversation with a portrait, whispering about his day to the people who had helped rescue him.
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guys I just found the greatest video on the internet
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never in my life did I think that toilet doors would make me so angry
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Bruh,,,,
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Underrated form of intimacy:
The quiet discussion and good-luck affirmations between you and the person helping you don your armor. The comfort of knowing that the straps and buckles are perfectly secure, because the person who did them up loves you more than words can say.
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I’ll say it again, please just grit your teeth and vote for Biden…
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