why am i dressed slutty you ask? to read classic literature alone in my room. mind your own business.
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why am i dressed slutty you ask? to read classic literature alone in my room. mind your own business.

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I'm forcing Pango to live in the backrooms. (Didn't do a great job, but I think I got the vibe).
Incredible reaction from my friend upon seeing this
I'm forcing Pango to live in the backrooms. (Didn't do a great job, but I think I got the vibe).
Book tok is cool because they’ll get on camera and suggest you read the biggest pile of dog shit ever made for no good reason
The older i get the more i understand why some people become obsessed with privacy, not because they’re hiding something, but because being constantly perceived starts to feel spiritually exhausting.
Did you know that soda machines at restaurants and movie theaters spy on you? That most common new cars now record your sexual preferences and send it to the manufacturer (and also data about anyone who also gets in your car, walks by your car, and maybe happens to be within visual range of your car)? That grocery stores are trying to force customers to download an app to scan barcodes on shelves instead of putting up prices, so the app can scan the phone, decide how much that customer should be squeezed for, and adjust the price? That more and more innocent people are being sent to jail for crimes committed hundreds of miles away because an AI facial recognition algorithm spit their faces out and the cops didn't bother to do the most basic of checks?
I am not uptight about privacy because I'm hiding something. I'm uptight about it because the people who dismiss my right to privacy are dangerous to you and me and our families, personally, all the time.
And often, they are assholes, too.

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Another day, another renaissance faire excursion where we all have to shake the rain off of us like dogs before getting in the car.
A magician called me a whore today lol
Call us the Nap Squad the way we all be passed out by 4pm after getting drenched at the Ren Faire
Why did “be critical of your media” turn into “find all its flaws and hate it” why did people become allergic to FUN
Because people confuse “critical as in critical thinking” with “critical as in criticizing something,” so they think that “look for something bad, no matter how far-fetched” is what “being critical” means.
They also don’t realize that “literary criticism” means…
Okay. What literary criticism IS, is like taking a mechanical clock apart to see all the gears and learn how it fits together and approach your next clock with more knowledge of what makes it tick.
What they THINK literary criticism means is, you take the clock apart and beat all the pieces with a hammer, then scream at it because it doesn’t tick for you the way it used to.
OMG SOMEBODY PUT IT IN WORDS
And sometimes literary criticism can be PRAISE. Sometimes while deconstructing it, you discover cool shit the writer did in terms of structure or character, and it’s worthy of note that it was done and done effectively and well.
Yes to all of this. But especially that last addition.
I feel sorry for those people whose school took all the fun out of literature class.
i do not “delete sentences” when they start “hindering the plot” i COPY PASTE THEM into a SEPARATE DOC made just for keeping all my USELESS LINES that i will also NEVER USE so therefore i should JUST DELETE THEM but i DONT because id FEEL BAD if i did
You don't actually have to kill your darlings. You can just put them in the oubliette #myoubliette

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fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk
top 3 hobbies for young adults:
1. borrowing misery from future
2. carrying grief of the past
3. agonizing over the present
Nothing like holding my love
N-No, I would never wake up the babies…
This is the first arbitrary barrier in this series I will accept
Kanto: this path is blocked by a giant sleeping snorlax. you cannot wake up the snorlax except with the use of a very specific tool (which you obtained by fighting your way through a tower full of ghosts). and even after snorlax wakes up you have to either defeat it in battle and/or catch it before you can get through
Galar: could I wake these wooloo? physically, yes, probably wouldn’t be much of a challenge. but emotionally? imagine the toll
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The apple they fed to snow white wasnt poision at all it was just a red delicious

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My boyfriend went to get some groceries on bike - more for the exercise than out of need, as we both hate doing exercise for no other reason than for the sake of doing it - and as soon as he got outside it started absolutely pouring. And my boyfriend, he's the human version of those huskies who happily nap face down in a pile of snow on the yard while refusing to come back inside. And he fucking loves rain. He's got this green rain cloak that he likes, but he would've been just as happy out there without it. He's not built to live indoors, keeping him in a city apartment regularly feels like keeping a wolverine as an inside pet.
So he was cycling, in what as far as he is concerned is unironically the best possible weather, getting to the store. And while he was locking his bike, some old lady first glanced at him with concern, and on a second glance took her own bike and got the fuck out of there. And at this point my boyfriend realised that due to loving the weather, he was smiling, really grinning like an idiot, beaming pure joy. And as he doesn't really smile a lot, he's not used to making that facial expression, so in hindsight he was going around looking like this:
They're finally finished!! Despite the inconsistency in size, I think they all turned out pretty good. Now to distribute them to my friends đź’ś