One Nice Bug Per Day
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Claire Keane
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Stranger Things
Today's Document
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
@theartofmadeline
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Product Placement
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Love Begins
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@durklas
does anyone have that 4chan post about the guy who got like. deradicalised from being an incel because he started taking care of shrimp?
i can't post pictures in replies so here u go
thats the one! thank you!
I think of shrimp guy often and I hope he and his shrimp are doing great and if I ever meet him I would love to ask about them
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'Death of an actor'. Karolis Strautniekas.
My Life Was the Size of My Life
by Jane Hirshfield
My life was the size of my life. Its rooms were room-sized, its soul was the size of a soul. In its background, mitochondria hummed, above it sun, clouds, snow, the transit of stars and planets. It rode elevators, bullet trains, various airplanes, a donkey. It wore socks, shirts, its own ears and nose. It ate, it slept, it opened and closed its hands, its windows. Others, I know, had lives larger. Others, I know, had lives shorter. The depth of lives, too, is different. There were times my life and I made jokes together. There were times we made bread. Once, I grew moody and distant. I told my life I would like some time, I would like to try seeing others. In a week, my empty suitcase and I returned. I was hungry, then, and my life, my life, too, was hungry, we could not keep our hands off our clothes on our tongues from
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a shirt i found today. effervescent
Anyway dni if you still support Cain, he hit his brother over the head with a fucking rock and it killed him instantly (source). I truly do not know how he still has fans. It astounds me how people can call themselves good people and still be completely fine platforming blatantly Abelist assholes like him. Smh
I just can’t believe some of u are soooo young u didn’t experience the early 2000s at all like even briefly . U were born and ur mother door dashed you home from the hospital
actually i was in the NICU for a couple weeks after being pieced together by surgeons but whatever lmao
That’s because she used klarna. To pay through 4 easy installments with no interest
The Woman Who Could Not Live with Her Faulty Heart
by Margaret Atwood
I do not mean the symbol of love, a candy shape to decorate cakes with, the heart that is supposed to belong or break;
I mean this lump of muscle that contracts like a flayed biceps, purple-blue, with its skin of suet, its skin of gristle, this isolate, this caved hermit, unshelled turtle, this one lungful of blood, no happy plateful.
All hearts float in their own deep oceans of no light, wetblack and glimmering, their four mouths gulping like fish. Hearts are said to pound: this is to be expected, the heart’s regular struggle against being drowned.
But most hearts say, I want, I want, I want, I want. My heart is more duplicitous, though no twin as I once thought. It says, I want, I don’t want, I want, and then a pause. It forces me to listen,
and at night it is the infra-red third eye that remains open while the other two are sleeping but refuses to say what it has seen.
It is a constant pestering in my ears, a caught moth, limping drum, a child’s fist beating itself against the bedsprings: I want, I don’t want. How can one live with such a heart?
Long ago I gave up singing to it, it will never be satisfied or lulled. One night I will say to it: Heart, be still, and it will.
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i hate that in the context of the harry potter universe arthur weasley’s job is the wizard equivalent of like. african american and postcolonial studies
Sigourney Weaver as Ellen Ripley in Alien (1979) directed by Ridley Scott
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⚲ Oliwa Cathedral, Poland
my cat is a proactive little jacobin bastard because whenever we play with a toy on a string she ignores it and goes for my hand that’s holding the toy instead
