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sophsun1

Happy Pride 🌈 | The Golden Girls (1985-1992)

bunniope

i skink therefore i scram...!

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but actually genuinely why is the ant sad and leaving with a bindle

calebwittebane

thats probably it...

glavilio

*describing some learned fellow i'm acquainted with* he's very articulate *remembers when he crossed me* i mean verbose

cryptic-curation

This sick bleach shirt I made. Something to showcase my undying love for prehistoric cave art.

Some of the bleach burned thru the shirt bc this was my first time bleaching anything ever, but it kinda adds to it.

qi-mera

More of you need to learn about these ☝️

jadenebula

2colde

they are poisoning us today with a thursday poison little do they know we’ve been through a few thursday poisonings so it won’t kill us just yet

cognitohazardous

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

t00thpasteface

just some guys doing a bit from mash, in some nonspecific region of space, resolving some nonspecific space-related crisis

palesweetdeeer

I love the idea of Rocky extending Grace’s lifespan to Eridian levels without telling him

flowerbleedme

My incredibly bleak philosophy of compassion is that we should all pity each other horribly and practice an according amount of kindness.

flowerbleedme

I asked for a pastry at the coffee shop. When I raised my card up to pay, he simply said "you're good." and waved it away. I wondered why. I wondered what made him think I deserved to have my order be free. Sparing me those two dollars.

Sitting down at the table, I remembered the scars on my arm. The universal signifier of "This Kid Needs Help." Maybe his kindness was only out of pity. He saw those and assumed there was some great misery and wanted to offer me some relief. It's generally good to be kind to people who are hurting. But I wasn't hurting that bad.

The thing is, there is some great misery. People generally aren't doing that great. There is a great misery within me and within him and within everyone, and some people notice the pain, some people express it, others don't. But we all suffer from something.

It doesn't matter if someone seems to deserve some relief. Everyone needs it. Everyone is suffering constantly. Some more than others, but still. This Kid Needs Help applies to everyone.

Thirty minutes later, I went to get a second pastry, intending to pay and leave a tip this time. It was the same cashier. As he reached to grab it for me, I saw scars on his arm.

But it doesn't really matter. He'd deserve a tip anyway. Because it's never just us hurting.