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salvador dali that wild son of a gun he loved Bendy clocks

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Saw this on Facebook and honestly, yeah

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I expected fully half of the notes to say “Political compass” and it’s only like a fifth you have all disappointed me.

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as a music student, my phone is full of “Anna Saxophone” and “Jonathan Violin” and “Kenzie Horn”

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Guy who likes music

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Is he an alien

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i get on tumblr for the first time in literal years and this is the first thing i see

i want a script that’ll calculate the percentage of my followers that are porn blogs that followed me while i was inactive for the last two years

i’m actually just here looking for sims 3 custom content but then i found out that my about page is terrible

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My new meds make my skin throw a fit. It’s not terribly bad, just a few things here and there, but it’s bumming me out because I’ve never really had too many run-ins with acne.

My four-year-old sister, however, is under the impression that it’s just “3D freckles”, and that they look very, very pretty. She wants all of my freckles to “pop out”, especially the ones across my nose; they’re her favourite.

And it puts me in this weird position where I can’t say, “No, this is acne, and it’s bad,” because I don’t want to teach her that it’s a bad to have unclear skin, you know?

Because the more I think about interactions I have with children, the more I realise that children will consistently compliment “flaws” until they’ve been taught not to.

Like, a kid at the library, whose sister has vitiligo, saw my scars once and suggested that his sister and I should be cats for Halloween, since I have “tabby skin” and she has “calico skin”. “I can be a black cat,” he immediately added. “It’s not AS cool, but they’re the spookiest.”

When I started losing weight, my little brother immediately demanded that I gain it back, because I wasn’t as comfortable to cuddle with anymore.

And my other little sister always wants to wear her paint-stained clothes to school so that “everyone can tell [she’s] an artist”.

I don’t know. I guess talking to little kids just reminds me that all of this superficial shit we worry about really is 100% made up.