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holy-leapin-splits-batman

ricospriteart

alleesaur

rolling rolling rolling

that-house

lochnessmonster-deactivated2013

doES ANYONE ELSE REALIZE THAT WE’RE LIKE, THE FIRST GENERATION ON TUMBLR

GIVE IT 10-15 YEARS AND WE’LL ALL BE GROWN UP AND AN ENTIRE NEW SET OF KIDS WILL BE ON HERE BLOGGING ABOUT COMPLETELY DIFFERENT SHOWS AND BANDS AND MOVIES AND BOOKS

THE ONLY THING THEY’LL STILL BE BLOGGING ABOUT THE SAME AS WE WERE IS DOCTOR WHO

HOPEFULLY

castiel--for--king

We’ll probably all be blogging about Sherlock season 4.

ourglennrhee

maybe

tumblartifacts

7/22/2013

stonerzelda

wepon

happy decade anniversary to this post

maya-megwae-kn-deactivated20240

look what’s on my dash. this is something i’ve seen only in screenshots. wow. surreal.

kosmogrl

good morning everyone, happy january 87th

tamarrud

We are hearing reports from the North of Gaza, almost daily now, about babies dying due to malnutrition. Think about it, babies can only sustain themselves on either breastmilk or formula in the first months. Formula had practically become nonexistent in Gaza as a result of Israel’s blockade, while mothers simply cannot produce breastmilk when they themselves are malnourished. Do you see the cycle here?

If you continue to argue about whether or not this is a genocide, you're making a fool out yourself.

rapidpunches

"SURVIVING"

maroon-ram

I love the message and artstyle but did they have to give the cute lovable gator depression? T^T carry on lil buddy, this too shall pass

grimeclown

The gator is the whole point. It's a stand-in for the author that has felt the need to suppress the aspects of themself that others find unappealing, their anger, their sadness, the things people find abrasive or just "weird" in order to make themself more digestible for the people around them because the alternative is to be alone. The gator is only "cute" and "lovable" because it was not allowed to be anything else.

zoesupreme

they should invent a tech ceo that doesn't have the insecurity of a 12 year old boy

spiralstaircased

due to inflation you must answer my riddles five

zouffle

due to budget cuts i will grant you two wishes

lesbiancinnabun-deactivated2023

due to recent layoffs there is only one of me and I lie 50% of the time

vtuberloveslug-deactivated20240

KOSA IS GETTING FORCED THROUGH ATTACHED ARE SCRIPTS FOR EITHER A DEM OR REP SENATOR CALL NOW PLEASE

twelfth-list-of-ominous-threats

Bringing this here again because I cannot stress how terrified I am.

backup-ominous-threats

please please please guys. call your reps. dont let kosa go through

pomegranategolem

Just called one Senator, hopefully this bill won't pass.

technically we’re ALL, always LARPing, because the Self is only a construct,

2rsquared

I want a new character

theprettyboysclub

Then make one.

deergirlslut

Everyone talking about posts that changed their brain chemistry seem to be leaving out this classic, which probably propelled me into activism and more self confidence in a way that I cannot put into words.

audrocur-deactivated20221128

wow millennials are glued to their i-phones and laptops so much they cant even be bothered robbing in person anymore!!! maybe these trust fund babies should stop phishing credit cards while sitting on their butts and go out there and put some elbow grease into their thievery!

thesnadger

weaselle

I know exactly what happened. Because it happened to me.

I trained for years to be a con artist. I told my friends and family that I wanted to be a magician, but that was just a cover for why I was constantly practicing sleight of hand.

In junior high and high school, I would shop lift a bunch of candy on my way to school, sell it to kids at the morning break, and use that money to run a crooked poker game at lunch.

Finally, when I was 19 or 20, I felt I was ready, and I picked my first pocket. I was on the bus, bumped a guy as I passed down the aisle, got his wallet, super clean.

In the wallet was several hundred dollars. A huge first score, I had been hoping for a couple twenties. I sat there looking at the, like, 400 bucks, thinking.

That was my rent at the time. We were both on the bus. It was likely his rent too. Lord knows the only reason to carry that much cash on the bus is you’re on your way to pay a bill. We were both on the bus, you know? That’s not someone I was comfortable stealing from.

I tapped him on the shoulder and told him “hey i think you dropped this” and gave it back to him with all the money still in it. It was the first and last time I ever picked a pocket.

Picking a rich person’s pocket is a loosing game. They probably have credit cards and not cash, those credit cards probably have the best anti-theft measures their bank can provide, and you probably can’t get close enough to those people to pick their pockets unless you’re already rich yourself.

The people who’s pockets you can reliably pick are the people around you. The people who are also on the bus, who are in this same shitty situation with you.

As wealth inequality becomes more drastic picking pockets has very clearly become “stealing from other poor people” and it’s not satisfying. I want to steal from Google and Apple and Fox and Facebook and General Mills and Hershey and Tesla. Not the person next to me.