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I just heard a "fan" of Star Wars claim that Darth Vader never said that he was Luke's father, and hell broke in my classroom
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A writing activity from my English writing class:
There's so much people.
It's as if they were just popping out of nowhere inside the museum.
I want to admire the paintings and the sculptures, but there's just so much people; squishing, pushing, touching, breathing.
They are everywhere.
I try going to the places that seem to be emptier, but they follow me around like little ducklings anywhere I go.
I wanna see the Mona Lisa, but theres a bunch of people standing infront of it, trying to take pictures of themselves with the painting.
A futile activity, in my opionion, for there are so much people around, they can barely get a corner of the frame in their pictures.
There's just so much people.
It's starting to feel like an oven in here.
I look for a window, but there's none.
I try to reach the exit, but the people are simply everywhere.
I feel like I'm being held by the masses, as if they didn't want me to get out.
When I try to push, they pull.
I can't get out.
I'm trapped.
I cannot longer breath...
#just my life#writers#writers on tumblr#writing#writting assignment#mona lisa#museum#louvre#claustrophobia#asd
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Have you ever given accidental kudos in Archive of Our Own? I have. Why isn't there an un-kudos button?
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Explain this to me people, how can you enter a place (that clearly only has one way in) and then not know how to get out?
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I think my classmates were trying to make fun of me, but since I didn't get it, they got frustrated and stopped 🤷🏻
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Reblog to kill it faster
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Yep, sound about right 🤔
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There's no better bed time story than those 😁
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I can't even remember how many times I have done this (including the interview about how my awesome book became an awesome live adaptation 😅)
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So so hard
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So, if I understand appropriation correctly, I can't dress up as my favorite princesses (even if my mother allowed me to), because I'm neither black nor ginger?
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Okay, what the hell?! There are people who actually blow air up vaginas? How the heck is that a thing and how come I had no idea about it?! Like, I knew blowing air on someone's mouth is dangerous, but I seriously thought that was just as stupid as humanity could get!
This won’t make your blog look ugly. How could you not reblog this? REBLOGGING THIS COULD SAVE A LIFE!!!
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I am a(n):
⚪ Male
⚪ Female
🔘 Writer
Looking for
⚪ Boyfriend
⚪ Girlfriend
🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can't remember
#omg i love this#omg i love you#this is perfect#*takes for reference notes*#writer#writers#writers things#just what i needed
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I have not cared about what people think of me for ages, but it still kind of hurt when I notice someone hates me for something I just can't control
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Holy Shit! Guys! An awesome artist made a beautiful comic inspired in my comment! Imma pass out!!!!!!!!
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Inspired by this ✨️
@tmntmaster1516 @theseweroff19th
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I have hated my bother for far too many years now.
He has always been an ill mannered kid and my disdain for him has caused an irreparable rift between my mother and me. As long as we don't talk about him, our relationship remains on good terms, but unfortunately his presence is constant.
His ways with my mother are simply unacceptable, he is a lazy bum who expects everyone to serve him and accommodate to his wishes, an ingrate of the worst kind.
My mother always tells me to be patient, but I was already patient for far too many years with that monster, any love my heart may have once harbored for him died a long time ago.
All I can feel for him now is hatred and disdain, because his attitude has shown me that he deserves nothing more from me.
I rejoice on the days he is gone, and mourn every time he returns.
Now karma has come to bit him in the ass, and he has to deal with misbehaving kids the same way I had to deal with him in my youth. My mother was looking for my sympathy over his situation, but I can only be delighted on his misery.
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