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If anyone is thinking of selling their Raymond (ungifted, gifted, original, I don't mind– it just has to be Raymond) PLEASE I'm begging you. All I have is 40k bells and 20 NMT. YOU CAN COME TO MY ISLAND AND JUMP ME I DON'T CARE JUST LET ME HAVE RAYMOND PLEASE
Literally just romanticize your own life. What’s stopping you. Who will care. Commit to enjoying things.
We can’t change what fate has in store for us. But we don’t have to face it alone.
THE THE T HE THE URGE TO TO SOB AND BECOME A STEREOTYPICAL CALIFORNIA GIRL WHO RELIGIOUSLY LISTENS TO THE NBHD AND KATY PERRY AND DRIVES A JEEP AND AND ANDA DND AND SOBSBSUABIUSABDFIHS 0IOHERITOGHWERIU
How horrifying it is to be alive amirite
Help Legendary Nichelle Nichols Recover from Tragic Elder Abuse Perpetrated by … Marian Nichols Smothers needs your support for Nichelle Ni
“Did you Know!”
The Saga of Clark (part 1)
The Saga of Clark (part 2)
The Saga of Clark (part 3)
The Saga of Clark (part 4)
The Saga of Clark (end)
Every day Connecticut Clark and Malfina show up on my dash I count myself blessed
hey @staff @support where are those images?? where are they? where the FUCK are they????? what did clark ever do to you??????
staff has gone way too far this time.
What the fuck did they do to Clark
Restored!!!!
Quick someone do a dark souls edit!
OH MY GOD IT JUST HIT ME THAT IT'S FEBRUARY
you dumb bitch, its june
guess what. school starts in 2 days lololol
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! HOPEFULLY 2022 GOES MUCH BETTER 🤪🤪🤪🤪
happy year anniversary to the og message on this thread
“In 1404, King Taejong fell from his horse during a hunting expedition. Embarrassed, looking to his left and right, he commanded, “Do not let the historian find out about this.” To his disappointment, the historian accompanying the hunting party included these words in the annals, in addition to a description of the king’s fall.“
LMFAOOOOOO rip to that guy
i thought maybe this was fake, but there’s even a citation!
Taejong Sillok Book 7. 5th year of King Taejong’s Reign (1404), February 8.
Happy 618th anniversary of the day King Taejong fell from his horse!
Apparently the recorders were really intense about this. We have a record of King Taejong complaining about a recorder who followed him on a hunt in disguise and another who eavesdropped on him behind a screen. No one was allowed to see the records, even the king (one king did and killed five men based on what was written there, after which they took greater care to ensure it would never happen again), and changing the content or disclosing it was a capital punishment. Even when there were rival political factions trying to influence the writers, they wrote down what was a revision and what wasn’t and kept an original version with no revisions in it.
They also made sure to back up their data. They made four copies of it, then when three copies were lost in the Imrim Wars they decided to make five more copies just in case. One copy was destroyed in a rebellion, another was partially damaged in an invasion, and Japan stole one copy during their occupation and moved it to Tokyo University, where it was mostly destroyed in the Kanto Earthquake (47 books remained and were returned to South Korea in 2006). Now the whole thing is digitized, free on the internet, and translated into modern Korean for all to see.
It took centuries of meticulous recorders, justifiably paranoid copiers, absolutely determined historians, and painstaking infrastructure for this joke to be possible. Happy 618th anniversary to the day King Taejong fell from his horse.
How weird is it to cling on to something I didn't live? To wish I had been 1D obsessed and blasting music while scrolling through tumblr on my laptop. But isn't that essentially erasing who I am now? Would my Mexican mother let me be like the white girls I see online? Do I carry a burden for the color of my skin and the shape of my nose or my culture? Do I ever acknowledge how lucky I am to be surrounded with people who are just like me when people outside of our bubble are suffering? Never do I get to look around and acknowledge who I am. I have lost sight of what it means to be me. Or have I been so clouded with everything that I am no longer? There's so much yet nothing at all going through my head that the second I am crushed by words my immediate response is to end it all? Because the pain and burden will only continue if I continue? The weight of everything feels like I could crumble at any minute and yet I sit across from people just like me who bear more than me and they do not complain we are the same but we are two polar opposites divided by a walkway and so many things I can't even imagine. There is a world out there and I can begin to explore it if I jump over the meter tall fence that are subtitles and yet every time I try to jump I fail and I fall because I am embarrassed that I cannot be like people across the walkway and that I will be left behind. Why can't I run as fast as them?
theres so many things i wanna say and an equal amount to worry about. how can someone so complex as a human narrow themselves down to 5 words for an ice breaker? there's a thousand thoughts racing through my mind and i try to put them into words here but my hands are too slow and they make too many mistakes or i cant find the right word or i move on in my head before my hands have even caught up. and then another second i cant find something to write about and the cycle begins anew.
I remember when my mom got her diagnosis and she came home and she hugged me. She hugged me so tight I felt the air squeeze out of my lungs and I held her tight too. And we laid on my bed for what felt like forever and she tucked my hair behind my ear and she told me she loved me over and over and I knew. I knew she'd been diagnosed with breast cancer. I really thought it was a possibility that these were my last weeks, days, moments with her. I love my mom so damn much
OH MY GOD IT JUST HIT ME THAT IT'S FEBRUARY
you dumb bitch, its june
guess what. school starts in 2 days lololol
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! HOPEFULLY 2022 GOES MUCH BETTER 🤪🤪🤪🤪
hmmm yknow what lemme say it. yeah the perks of being a wallflower was ‘edgy’ and ‘quirky’ or whatever but it absolutely did not deserve the shit it got tbh. bc yeah the protagonist listens to the smiths and writes sad poetry and watches rhps or whatever, but the way it’s been diluted and reduced to “quirky coming of age novel” as opposed to what it really is, an exploration about cycles of abuse and how that contributes to your relationships later in life, is a tragedy imo. Charlie is literally a survivor of csa who now struggles to make social connections because intimacy and vulnerability scare him, Patrick is a gay teenager dealing w internal and external homophobia and who was in a toxic relationship for a long time, and Sam is also a survivor of csa who now struggles to find healthy romantic relationships. and yeah they fucking listen to David bowie and do ~cool drugs~ or whatever but tpobaw isn’t abt that!!!!!!!!! they’re not antisocial bc they’re ~quirky~ or ~unique~ they’re severely traumatized teenagers who don’t know how to deal with it
I will forever hate the internet for being so shallow about everything. I cannot imagine being my age back when the book/movie were popular (ik they still are but not as much) and turning to the internet only to see it as "heehoo drugs and being quirky" 😐😐 I cannot do this rn
*watches the perks of being a wallflower and relates a bit too much to charlie*
The whole damn time I felt a bit too much like Charlie fr
What a time to be alive and to experience so many little corners of the earth with the phone in my hand. I can go on an emotional roller-coaster on how I wish I was a teen in the 80s, how I wish I had been free in the Italian Rivera during the 60s, how I wish I could have danced with the love of my life at a grand Ball. All from the comfort of my tiny room in my even tinier bed
