GET BOOPED BELOVED
Ohhh! Loooooooooong boop!!
BAP!
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OMG, I think I was having a sickfic dream last night where I was Jesse Pinkman and I had the flu or something, and I was curled up in a corner somewhere being a whiny, feverish, miserable little shit while Walter White fumbled around, trying to make soup with lab equipment, getting increasingly uncomfortable about the whole thing, and also trying to condescendingly explain the nuances of the process, and I was just lying there, sniffling, "YO, MISTA WHITE, I DON'T CAAARE, BLANKIE ME, BITCH!"
It was a goddamn mess. But like...I feel like I tapped into something. 😂
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My thoughts have grown strange and wild in this solitary place of words, ungoverned and ungovernable...
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New design in my shop!! To find it on many items click the link below! Feel free to check out my other designs by going to my shop and clicking explore designs! I really appreciate any traction even if it’s just a reblog!
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The fuck are you all talking about "Tumblr checkmarks"...lmfao on this website i'd automatically assume anything with a checkmark next to it was a parody first and foremost. Like you, as a checkmark owner, woul'd have to do some work to convince me you were actually the person you were claiming to be.
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According to the terms of her personal lexicon, a woman was a lady only if she was fascinating and ungovernable, and my mother considered herself nothing if not a lady.
– from Witness: Stories by Jamel Brinkley
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Author, gadfly and podcaster James Delingpole returns for another round of dueling pills of the vaguely black and whiter shade of pale. We try and make sense of our own biases and previous programming of the earlier stages of the war against humanity, while acknoweldging that yes, indeed, Virginia there is an evil Santa Klaus trying to make us crazy.
Show Notes:
The Delingpod
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I was engaging in discourse with my partner recently, and was presented with a pretty firm insistence that, despite our visual aesthetic fitting in the opposite characterization, I'm actually the Johnny Lawrence in this relationship, and my partner is the Danny LaRusso.
I, a tiny, golden, aspiring twink, immediately began processing my thoughts aloud vis-à-vis my own chaotic energy, which leads to many instances of my partner having to talk me down, and my partner's tendency to take a much more measured approach until Pushed Too Far, at which point all bets are off.
Now, it's not a perfect description of our dynamic, because it's much more complex and nuanced than that, but...
I am also the dude who will just straight-up eat some ham slices whilst discussing statewide funding strategies (with select collaborators who won't judge me for it) over Zoom, because I get ungovernable when I'm even a little bit hungry.
I might be my own Johnny Lawrence, babes. 😂🤣🦅
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