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you can no longer DM me

[ID: Two tweets from @/34rths. The first says, "Being someone's first choice over and over again must feel like being bathed in Sunlight." The second one says, "Nevermind. There's so much more to life than waiting to be chosen. I will bathe in my own Sunlight." There is an image of a corgi standing in a puddle in nature attached. /End ID.]

headpat seeking behaviour

i think fat girls should walk around in crop tops booty shorts buzzcuts dyed hair piercings no bra killing and maiming all who stand in their way with weapons before sitting down for some yummy ice cream and so forth. it's the only way.

According to all known laws of #weh., there is no way a #<3 should be able to #o no.

Holy moly they're GOOD. The music is fucking FIRE, and the outfits??? They're all so PRETTY???

Does anybody know who these are??? Do they have albums!! 🤩🤩🤩

I haven't seen this in like a decade

A moment of silence for every political reporter who had to wake up early on a Sunday in a blind panic, shove their draft of Mitch McConnell's obit back in a folder and start one for Lindsay Graham from scratch. That it is now mid-morning on the eastern seaboard and you're still only getting articles of the 'what he's done in the last decade that we all remember plus a quick skim of his Wikipedia page' tells you how unprepared they were for this. Back in the day newspapers and magazines had a dedicated obit department where all you did was draft obituaries of various famous people to be had at a moment's notice: Graham as a prominent older senator would certainly have been in that category for any large or even mid-sized American newspaper at minimum. But the news has been gutted to the bone and dedicated obit departments don't really exist any more, so again, think of the poor politics writers who, for a brief, sleep-drenched moment this morning, wondered if they could hit publish on their Mitch McConnell obits with McConnell's name find-and-replaced to Lindsay Graham. Maybe no one would notice, and they could go back to bed—but no, they are dedicated, and thus having rushed to put out something that will do as a stop gap have had their entire Sunday ruined as they do a deep dive into the life and times of Lindsay Graham when all they wanted was to go to the beach or prep for a barbecue. Graham died as he lived: completely inconsiderate of the needs of others.

[ID: A Black butch woman, seated, says, “I know I am a woman. I know I am butch. I know that there is nothing wrong with that. And I know that within the confines of the word ‘woman,’ there is plenty of room for me.”]