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loveridden1999

good morning i would love to experience love one day

i love you all and i'm sorry everyone is having such a dogshit time and the world feels so scary and impossible. i don't have anything that can make it better except the knowledge that none of us are alone and that's gotta be worth something

pliablehead

'you can smoke whatever drugs you want idgaf' and 'apartment building etiquette is such that i should not be able to instantly smell your rank-ass weed stank through our shared wall' are two sentiments that can both be true

h4nifah

can someone lovebomb me I’m bored

jessaerys

i think it's beautiful that cats eat you if you die in your apartment and nobody finds you for a while. i don't know why it's used as anti-kitty cat propaganda as if eating you means they don't love u. if i died and no one found me for a while i would want my kitty cat to eat me bc i love her so much and i don't want her to starve. it's not her fault i'm too dead to give her her fancy feasts. she's going thru something scary ok. i don't know a single cat owner who doesn't feel the same way

ovur

Last year was practice. Last month was practice. Last week was practice. Yesterday was practice. Today was practice.

tuxankhamun

"Use your Google account to log—"

just let me use your website you insufferable rat

stuckinapril

when James Baldwin said I can’t be a pessimist because I’m alive

kestrelsandcentipedes

Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.

existential-celestial

“It’s funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty bent old tools - friendships, prayer, conscience, honesty - and said ‘do the best you can with these, they will have to do’. And mostly, against all odds, they do.”

— Anne Lamott