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Need to be taken apart and reassembled like a broken watch . Not in a sex way I just think they should put my joints together right this time

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Ohhh the fantasy of all your bones being put into one of those ultrasonic cleaning baths they use for jewelry. All the pain coming clouding out like dirt. Then carefully reassembled and joints oiled and then it would all just work perfectly and painlessly...

Like, I know that's not what's wrong with me but I think we should try just to be sure

kosmogrl

gay-hrithik-roshan

heycallmered

people will really come into kink spaces and say you can't forcefem women like there wasn't a feature length movie about an elderly gay man forcefemming a woman as part of scheme to thwart an elaborate assassination attempt before the killer even determined their target

llama2237

What... What movie is this.

heycallmered

ain't no way in hell this post even breaks 500

marmoset-marmoset

i was trying so hard to remember the nonexistent assassination subplot in My Fair Lady

mobius-m-mobius

Blanc and his Watsons 🔎💕

pealeii

qillermeme

estrogenesis-vaporeongelion

"hey i invented a machine to replace your workers"

"is it cheaper than the workers?"

"it is right now"

"ok everyone's super, super fired. now what"

"well now we're raising the price"

estrogenesis-vaporeongelion

possible ways this could go wrong: 0

estrogenesis-vaporeongelion

"they'll never see it coming" & they fuckin DONT

kosmogrl

lunarriviera

transfemmbeatrice

thought of this immediately and was delighted to discover it’s the same op

anyaboz

The Story Brook Mural

You can see it at the Keller Public Library in Keller TX.

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official library post

the-goddamn-robot

Damn, Rome really looks great in all four seasons

Winter

Spring

Summer

Fall

ba7raltawil

oh my GOD

yomikoreadsbooks

As long as I’ve been on this site, I honestly should have seen this coming a mile away and yet…

inkskinned

you get used to it, but it's tiring, because they need you to understand your own life as a series of goalposts. what college are you going to, what's your major going to be, whatcha gonna do with that, oh where will you settle down, when can i expect grandkids.

for the longest time my goals have been so blurry that they track into each other, their undefined edges slipping quietly back into the soft night. today i want to be a writer; tomorrow i will want to be a doctor, later i will wish i took that law school free ride. how the fuck do people just know what they want to do with their life?

where do you want to be in five years? i want to be alive; which is a huge step for me. ten years ago i would have said i want to be asleep and meant i hope that i'm dead by then.

but i want a yellow kitchen and a stand mixer. i want a garden and a fruit tree (cherry, if i can make that happen) and a big yard for my dogs to play in. i want to come home and read poetry out loud to someone and have them close their eyes to listen. i want a summer watergun fight. i want to make snowmen. i want to be the house to go to for halloween. i want my life to settle around me in a softness, for it to lay down gently. if i am very, very, very lucky, i want to travel; finally go someplace overseas.

of course i don't know what i want to be doing professionally. what i actually want to be doing is curling up beside my dog, settling in to read. i want to be making myself a cup of good coffee.

i can't answer the other questions. whenever people asked me what do you want to be when you grow up, i used to say i hope i'm happy.

i hope i'm still kind, five years from now. i hope i never get jaded and mean. i hope i have stayed in therapy. what do you picture yourself doing? when will you actually be an adult about this? why are you so afraid of being ambitious?

am i not ambitious? the other day i rearranged my furniture which doesn't quite fit into my apartment. i watered my plants. i'm going to try to propagate a cherry seed. my five year goal is to spend more time laughing. to lie down in a patch of sunwarm moss. to relax for a minute. to close my eyes and think oh thank god. this is why i stayed. this is finally it.

bashcrandicoot

Based on a true story

bebx

ladyananas

so im hearing @astolat is god??? what's your 10 commendments my liege

astolat

You shall seek out and enjoy art (which fanfic is) that gives you pleasure

You shall not feel guilty for spending time on art

You shall comment when you can with joy

You shall share the art you find that makes you happy

You shall not envy the size of your neighbor's fandom or pairing

You shall support your fellow fans in making art that makes them happy even if it is not to your own taste

You shall make art of your own to your own taste

You shall love your art however imperfect because it is yours

You shall share your art in whatever way you can with joy

You shall not covet your neighbor's hits or comments or kudos

My best stab! lol

gayhoediaz

“it sounds like you’re justifying their actions-“ i am. they’re a fictional character. i’m okay with anything they do all the time. hope this helps.

some-stars

this shit from the comments is unironically so fucking sad to me. this is where we’re at now? “aren’t books supposed to have morals?” genuinely let’s all just pack it in and go home, we tried the whole “experiencing life and art at a greater complexity level than an eight year old can handle” thing and it didn’t work out, somebody break the news to oscar wilde, we’re done here. “books are meant to teach you something.” christ.