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#believe credit goes to star park

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you jack off all trades?

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some loser: humans are innately selfish creatures

my psych book:

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the joy of creation :3 !! (anything worth doing is worth doing badly)

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dolores nemi caldentey

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ok guys let’s go to sleep now

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Discord has introduced microtransactions to make only specific users hear sound effects. Skype is back as a livestreaming platform. X is now marketing “twitter” as a paid-only private area to post in on X. There are clouds gathering above the field now. There’s an ache in your tooth when you eat something sweet, sharp and stabbing, but you put it off. The wind makes the puddles in the mud ripple after it rains. When you look out, you like to pretend they are deeper, deep enough to drown in. You wonder if you’d still be able to see just how big the cloud-heavy sky is as you fall beneath the surface. You wonder if you’d hear the first drops of rain. You wonder how the wind always seems to find you out there. The field is large, and it is cold outside. Come inside now. It’s getting late.

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i’m curious to see how many people use their likes as an organizational tool like i do, or maybe in a way i’m never heard of before.

do you have strong feelings about how likes should be used?

reblog for a bigger sample size etc etc

#likes are for 'save for later' #just personal #stuff i want to go back to and look at

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literally any upper middle class tiktok self-identified ‘that girl’ in a pastel workout set with a thirteen step skincare routine and a green juice is a million times closer to being patrick bateman irl than any self-identified sigma film bro

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Cocaine was a stimulant used by a priestly caste of the middle period United States called businessmen in order to commune with The Market. [1]

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“do we think maybe a vegetable would cause less despair” still living in my head rent free

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Frank O’Hara

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just a little something

#writ #pynch #ronan #adam

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I hope your vibrator runs out of battery halfway through and that the charger is on the other side of the room. And also that you die

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Something you believe when you grow up in an abusive environment is that you have to earn love, and you only are supposed to love someone if they try very very hard for it, and that love is reciprocal.

This is actually fundamentally untrue. Love is a bottomless resource, it doesn't need to be rationed, and there are plenty of people who love you and may never tell you. When someone reblogs your post to assign you a silly little poll option based on some element of your personality that they picked up, that's love. And love doesn't have to be returned to be valid. There are people who I've followed and expressed love to/for and they never knew it or knew me. I've loved customers, I've loved patients, I've loved people who leave heart emojis in comments on my fics.

Love is everywhere and it is free, and there's always more to go around. You don't have to be stingy with love and give it only to those who "earn it" the way you were taught you must. And if someone shows you love, you don't have to give it back. It's not a competition, it's not compensation.

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A brief moment of rationality from the bird place.

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learned today (after googling it upon seeing the "Sadomasochism Brothers" post) that masochism was named by a psychiatrist who had read Leopold von Sacher-Masoch's erotic writing and was like "I feel safe in concluding that this man had Fucked-Up Freak Sex Disorder, which now until forever will bear his name", while von Sacher-Masoch was still alive. there are accounts of von Sacher-Masoch being like "bro what the fuck" about this