i think the soul is made up of at least two parts

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Lolas rent is due today, can anyone please help me make sure a trans woman doesn't end up homeless in Nigeria?

i'm so tired of social media users saying "successful people are abusing stimulants". unsuccessful people are too. #WEMATTER

in a funny spot where i would like to be perceived as a woman but not in a "oh thats a cis woman" way. like i don't want to hide that im trans at all. if you see me looking cunted up like crazy and then a deep ass Had a Beard In High School voice comes out of my mouth you are fuckin welcome. you should be so thankful to be graced by the presence of the hottest bitch on the planet

cool idea! anyone got a link for where to read / print these?

In exactly the same vein, the department meant to deal with things like bedbugs...is now infested with bedbugs.

I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."