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Articulate

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not now mom i’m wasting my life on a website the entire internet believes to be dead

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not only does fluttershy smoke weed, the first time she did was at a party one of the other ponies brought her to. she was passed the bong and weakly said “oh… sorry. i don’t smoke, i’ll cough and it’ll be really embarrassing.”

other ponies are like “nah you can do it! we won’t laugh!” and then she was like “ohh… okay…” and then just took the fattest bong rip, held it for 3 seconds, exhaled. everyone is in shock. she then does a weak little not-even cough and goes “ohh… i knew it… and now you’re all staring at me :(” and runs away

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It’s practically 2014 and you guys still don’t know how to google if an article is real or not before giving it 100,000 notes

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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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Some black magic levels of precision.

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i love it when people trap the warden in minecraft by making a moving piston that makes noise so the warden just quietly stares at it. ipad baby

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Some black magic levels of precision.

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(Guy whos never been at risk from systemic violence voice) No i think all violence is bad guys. You know. The cycle of violence. I think both sides are bad!

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sharks every time theres a cataclysmic extinction event: damn thats crazy. anyway

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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

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