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Some people aren’t yet aware of YikYak’s new OP badge.

weedstoner-archive

i love purple fedoras and my tits are huge

america:

Lil Nas X for Paper Magazine

By Charlotte Rutherford

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ketamie

im going to play electric feel. by mgmt and this time i swear i won’t go crazyybbdhbhabghjgffkd3275689450′432

ketamie

i said oo girl. shock me like an electiv eel . baby girl

madejsbridge

cockyhorror

I keep going back to watch this video it just captures my sense of humour perfectly

shanexrayn

Demön

pettyartist

When an NPC warns chaotic-aligned players to not do something

dicknouget

Make sure every cop lover you know sees this.

The cops we responsible for letting the terrorists into the Capitol yesterday

marq-winks1067

This is a pure white example of tribalism. These T**** cultists are almost all in the same tribe as these traitors breaking into our capitol. Most likely the same holds for the FBI that is supposedly investigating this. It would be amazing if most of the FBI peeps aren’t also T****kins.

nedquarters

House Majority Whip Clyburn on @SIRIUSXM: “They went where you won’t find my name, but they found where I was supposed to be. So something else was going on untoward here.”

https://www.siriusxm.com/clips/clip/0469a9b1-fd7d-4257-ab28-f76acc8fa2aa/58377517-3602-40f9-822a-81dd774d84fb

People will try to shift the narrative that it was a bunch of unorganized clowns. But this mob, with the aid of the capital police, had weapons, bombs, and zip tie handcuffs and knew exactly where to go to find Whip Clyburn

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hobnob-69

How is your husband?

He should be fine I left him with enough food and water for a week

the-real-santino-rice

That was two weeks ago

hobnob-69

Oh god no let me go check on him

hobnob-69

By Talos this can’t be happening

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dantescandlestick

nothing but pure king shit in the parton family i see

memesandlaughs

humansofnewyork

“I really wish he’d left letters. My sister was relieved, because she didn’t want to read it. She knew what a letter would say: ‘I love you,’ ‘You’re going to be OK,’ and all that stuff. And that’s probably true. But still. I wanted to know what mine would say. I wanted one that said: ‘Dear Claire.’ Maybe there would have been something different. Something just for me. I was the sporty one. In high school I played on his water polo team. And he’s the first one I called when my college team won the ultimate frisbee championship. I called him for everything. So many of my friends hated their dads. They wanted nothing to do with them. I used to feel so sorry for them. But now they still have their stupid dads, and I don’t. He left nothing behind. No explanation. I learned later that he’d been battling OCD his entire life. Maybe water polo was the thing that kept him grounded. He coached for thirty years. It was his passion. So when he finally retired, and he lost that focus, his problems became more apparent. Toward the end he stopped sleeping. He was terrified of germs. He thought every little thing was going to kill him. Maybe he was so afraid of death that he couldn’t wait anymore. But this is all a guess, he never shared his problems with me. It’s like: ‘C’mon Dad, we could have talked about it. I’m going to find out eventually if you kill yourself.’ He never wanted a funeral, but we hosted a water polo tournament in his honor. The turnout was amazing. People came from all over the country. When it was time for the women’s game, I went back to the office to change into my suit. My dad had spent a lot of time in there. In the corner there was a desk that served as a lost and found. It was covered in old goggles and things that nobody wanted to reclaim. Lying on the pile was a slightly rusting necklace, in the shape of a heart. There was a letter C on it. Maybe I should have left it, but I felt like it was for me. I know it’s stupid. Usually I roll my eyes at that kind of stuff. But it was a heart. On that day. In that spot. With a letter C. And It just felt like mine to keep. It felt like something that finally said: ‘I love you. And you’re going to be OK.’”

humansofnewyork

“I’d just gotten out of a ten-year relationship. I didn’t want to date. I didn’t even know how to date. But my friend Marla was really working on me. For months she was trying to get me to go on a blind date with her friend Kate. She’d talk about her. She’d show me pictures. But I was scared, so I’d find any excuse not to go through with it. She seemed too wholesome. She was from the Midwest. And worst of all, she had a kid. I was childless for a reason. I’d had a difficult childhood. My father was an alchoholic and sexually abusive. Two of my siblings died by suicide. And somehow I’d internalized that it was my fault. I had a belief that children ruined their parents’ lives. But I agreed to meet Kate anyway. We met at a park in the middle of a rare March snowstorm. The snow was really coming down, but we still walked for three miles around a lake. Kate talks a lot when she’s nervous, so I heard her whole life story. Being a mother was such an important part of her life. And she was determined to have another child. She’d just gotten to the end of a long adoption process, but at the last minute, the girl’s father wouldn’t let a lesbian adopt her child. I listened to Kate’s heartbreak, and her determination, and I couldn’t help falling in love. After a few months of dating, I was allowed to meet her son. And he was wonderful. But another child? A baby? I tried to talk her out of it. And she tried to meet me in the middle. She did her best to not want another child. But eventually she told me that it was going to happen, and I needed to make a decision. I took a two-week trip to Bali for a yoga retreat. I sat in daily meditation. And one morning I had a vision of a young girl in my lap. I could feel her warmth against my body. I seemed happy. And she seemed happy. It was such a feeling of peace. And there was Kate, smiling at us both. By the time I opened my eyes, I had made my decision. But unbeknownst to me, Kate had also made a decision. She needed a partner who was fully committed. So she came to the airport ready to break up with me. But she didn’t have a chance. Because the moment I got off the plane, I told her: ‘Let’s get married. I’m ready to be a mother.’”